‘Stupid stupid stupid… he was just kidding, you bucking moron. He’s gonna laugh his tail off and you’re gonna get teased by Velvet and him for the rest of the trip!’
Was she really doing this?
She really shouldn’t be here. She should be back in her own room, sleeping in a very non-soundly, sweaty way... with a hoof jammed between her legs, dreaming of Homage. It had been hard enough making her way down the hallway with Velvet snoring in her adorable way at one end.
Away from her coltfriend.
That’s how it had all started, around one of the inn’s well-liquored dinner tables. A simple question...
Pip had always been surprised that the beautiful mare didn’t sleep with her coltfriend so she asked the same, but Velvet just grinned and said she needed her beauty sleep with a wink over at the rugged pegasus stallion.
Calamity.
He’d very quickly retorted that she only did it because she was a naughty-little ‘skipper’. A pony who liked to deny herself through the Spring season for as long as she could possibly hold out... until she finally broke down and had the loudest, depraved, debauched rutting a pony could have.
He’d swiftly received a stern elbow into his ribs, driving his breath from his gut before he could even begin to join in on LittlePip’s laugh.
A sharp-eyed Velvet had glared back into Calamity’s face, furious that the stallion could be so cavalier about her secrets. “Hey mister, just where did you get off?” Even her melodious voice couldn’t conceal the fury underneath.
“Not in you, apparently.” Pip had chuckled, shaking her head. “Seriously though Velvet, it’s not that much of a secret, I was wondering why every other week it sounded like you were being kidnapped by raiders.”
Velvet’s blush intensified to the point the unicorn was almost beet red. “Great! Thanks for giving Pip fodder for the next hundred miles back to Ten Penny. What’s the matter with you?”
Calamity’s ears folded back in shame. “S-sorry, didn’t mean to be crude, girls. It’s just… you two have no idea what it’s like traveling around with two mares in heat while also being unable to do anything about it.” He wiped his sweaty brow, eyes darting nervously from one pony to the other. “I can smell you both from sun-up to sun-down and it’s drivin’ me nuts.”
“You have hooves, don’t you?” Velvet tilted her head while giggling, making a rather obscene gesture with the objects in question.
“Trust me, they been working overtime.” Calamity’s blush grew even redder.
“Heat? I’m in heat?” Pip had stopped laughing at the delightfully cute couple’s spat. The realization had hit her like a truck. “I… I’ve never been in heat before?”
Velvet had snapped out of her giggling immediately, her tone switching to that of the consummate and compassionate medic. “No? Hmm… well, in the reading I’ve done, it often ties estrus cycles to the amount of sunlight a pony’s body receives… maybe you’ve finally absorbed enough real-world light that it’s kicking your biology online?”
Pip’s eyes glanced downward toward her nethers, currently a sticky mess. “I’d rather it stayed offline, thankyouverymuch. This bucking sucks.” She glanced up at Calamity, with a shameful blush. “I… smell?”
“Like a sweet little cinnamon bun that I’d love to stuff my muzzle deep into and lap up ever- OOF!” Another elbow cut him off.
Pip swallowed, ears folding back. She felt her heart thump in her chest. Calamity had been going day in, day out, for the last few days smelling her? Her… down there? And he liked it?
She wasn’t sure how she felt about that… embarrassed? Nervous? Ashamed?
Excited?
“Ahem… well then, how do I get rid of this?”
Velvet had looked at her with a sad glance. “Oh Pip, you poor thing. You don’t get rid of it. It sticks around for about a month and th-”
“A month!?”
“Yes, I read in some of the textbooks that before armageddon they had some ways to mitigate it… coolers with special solutions, potions, spells… but now there’s only the one - the oldest and most natural solution.”
Pip’s head tilted.
“Buckin’ “ Calamity coughed, before looking away.
“Ah.” Pip blinked, nodding. “I guess I’ll just have to hold on ‘till I make it back to Ten Penny Tower.”
“Oh Pip, you poor thing.” Velvet cooed, gripping her hoof. “Homage won’t be able to help with your heat.”
“Huh?”
“You see… you only… cool off… if you sleep with a stallion.” Velvet smiled sweetly, as if talking to a small child.
Pip blushed, trying to understand why that might be, and her mouth began to get out ahead of her mind, “But… Homage has plenty of toys, some of which are stallion-shaped…” Pip snapped her mouth shut before she could say anything even more embarrassing, her ears pinned back to her head.
“No no, ‘hun… it isn’t the size or shape… it’s what comes after.” Velvet giggled, patting her hoof.
“After?”
Calamity and Velvet blinked, looking at one another then back to Pip. Velvet spoke first, “Have you ever been with a stallion?”
“No. You two know this.”
“Well see - as a stallion finishes up sweetie… he… uh…” Velvet looked to Calamity for help.
Calamity didn’t miss a beat. “Stuffs her with his spunk, like filling a soft-canteen from a waterfa- OOF.”
“What the hay, Calamity? You’ll scare the poor girl!”
“Sorry, sorry… It’s the heat.” Calamity’s nostrils flared. Pip could see him sucking in great lungfuls of air - she’d never seen him snort like that. After casting a nasty glance at Velvet, Calamity turned to stare right at Pip with his piercing brown eyes. “Though you know, Pip… I’d very much be willing to give you a live demonstration.”
The words had hit Pip like a slug from Little Macintosh right between the eyes.
Her mind was having trouble processing the words and their implication. At the same time, her eyes were racing all over the stallion’s face, searching for any hint of jocularity. Instead, she found his handsome snout, his tousled mane… his masculine chin, all suddenly tantalizing with rugged beauty.
Why?
Why did Calamity look so damn sexy all of a sudden? Why now, when she was in this state?
“H-h-huh? I thought you and Velvet were…” Pip glanced over at Velvet Remedy, worried that this lapse might have drawn another sharp elbow from the mare, or even worse, the resurgence of her notorious aggressive bitchiness.
But she was just smiling and shaking her head with mirth, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Pip blinked again, nervous, suddenly feeling very exposed under the stallion’s hungry gaze - like a piece of meat in front of a hungry wastelander. “B-but… aren’t you always going on about l-loyalty? And… I… I mean… me? I’m a short, ugly littl-”
“Of course I’m loyal.” Calamity snorted, fixing his hat. “But when your sweetheart makes a point of sendin’ ya through agonizin’ abstinence, and when you consider the way it was in ancient times, I figure there’s nothing wrong with it. ‘Specially if it’s to help out a friend.” Calamity leaned forward and took Pip’s hoof in his, adding it to the pile that already included Velvet’s. “A cute, fun-sized, beautiful friend. I hate it when you denigrate yourself, Pip.”
That thumping heart was now pounding. Pip could feel the blood rushing through her veins, could hear it in her flicking ears. Her hoof was shaking with nervousness under those of her friends.
And down below she was feeling it too.
Why the hay was she reacting like this? This was a line so corny she’d have tossed away the comic if she’d seen it on the pages. Why was she shaking like a leaf?
“A-ancient times?” Pip blinked, scrambling at anything to try to deflect the those piercing brown eyes, and ignore the compliments she’d just been paid.
“Sure… back before the bombs, they said that there used to be four mares to a stallion. Naturally, a fella could get himself a nice little herd with a few sweethearts to raise a good family in.” He glanced over at Velvet with a grin. “Plus, Velvet here sometimes likes to whisper in my ear about how she’d maybe be open to a three- OOF!”
Velvet’s elbows seemed to have very good aim tonight. “Don’t worry about him, Pip. Stallion’s can get so stupid when our season’s in… oh look! Here’s dinner!”
Pip had been glad for the distraction, and the end to the very embarrassing conversation. But all through munching on her meal, and sipping on her Sparkle-Cola… she couldn’t help stealing awkward glances at Calamity.
Had he been for real?
Author's Note
What do you guys think? Is Calamity for real?
The memory of the dinner conversation earlier that night faded away.
And that brought her here. Hoof raised, about to knock on the door.
‘Stupid!’ She kicked herself internally. ‘Of course it was a joke! Of course you are just being a horny idiot! Of course you’re about to ruin your friendship and cheat on your relationship because of some damn heat! Just go back to your room, NOW!’
She groaned, lowering her hoof and pitching her head forward in frustration.
*Bonk*
Her horn struck the door.
‘Oh crap.’
She started to retreat, hoping that she might be able to quietly retreat, her bonk hopefully having not aroused Calamity. The jiggle of the door handle a half moment later dashed those hopes.
As the door swung open the first thing that hit LittlePip was a wave of musk. A hot, stuffy blast of rich stallion odor, the kind that usually would have made her cover her nose and wave a hoof to try to clear the air in front of her.
But this… this smelled great.
It hung so thick in the air it was like a fog, a sticky sweetness that invaded her nostrils, pouring into her sinus cavities like a tsunami. It smelled like Calamity... distilled, intense Calamity. She couldn’t help but draw in even more of that wonderful scent, which sent strange butterflies coursing down her throat and into her belly.
The second thing she experienced was Calamity’s gravelly, clandestine whisper.
“Velvet? Is that you? Thank the stars, get in here.” His big hoof seized her shoulders and jerked her into the room, easily moving her as if she were lighter than a leaf. The click of the door behind her came just before his stunned response.
“Oh.” Calamity realized his error in the dim light of the bedside lantern. “Oh.” Calamity looked at her with a growing grin and a mischievous arc of one of his eyebrows.
“H-hey…” Pip squeaked, suddenly feeling a little out of sorts. Just how the hay had she expected this to go in her head? Clearly, she really wasn’t thinking straight.
“Can I… help you, pip?” Calamity’s grin was wide now, fierce, like a wolf’s.
She hated how cocky he looked, but it was also so handsome in him. So confident. Masculine. Why the buck was she stammering there like some schoolfilly at her friend’s dopey grin!? What was wrong with her? It must be that damn smell… messing with her head.
“Ummm....” Pip stammered, sniffing the air, her head racing to try to understand what was going on.
Just where was that smell coming from anyway?
She smelled again, following the rich musk like a scenthound… looking downward toward its source. That’s when she saw it.
Calamity’s brown, throbbing, erect stallionhood.
His BIG throbbing, erect, stallionhood!
In all the travels with him and the team, of course the girls had gotten the odd glance and peek in - it was pretty much unavoidable. Sometimes the boys would be ‘watering a bush’, and Pip had gotten an eyeful of floppy, unsheathed, penis.
If anything, the weird droopy organs had helped to convince her that she’d made the right choice to follow her heart in becoming a fillyfooler.
But this.
This was something else entirely.
His big, hoof-sized, pink flare sat at the end of a long, thick log of flesh, slapping up against his toned belly just above his freakin’ belly button! Pip’s eyes traced down the shaft, past the mottled pink to brown transition at his immense medial ring… all the way past his girthy dark brown base, to the plump set of balls that hung between his legs.
That’s where the smell was coming from. Those big brown sacks of coltflesh… well, there or his glistening pink tip. Even as she watched, a little bead of clear liquid slid from the small slit at the end, dribbling down to the knobby underside of the ridge and falling to the floor.
With that pink, glistening slit… It almost looked like… It wasn’t that different. And that smell… Gods, why did she want to bury her face in that so badly!?
“See somethin’ ya like, Pip?” Calamity asked with that grin, his tail flicking left and right.
“Sh-shut the buck up!” Pip stammered, with little force behind her words, she’d never felt so out of her element. Why did he look so damn handsome tonight? Was it his mane? His wings? Oh crap, she had to say something. “Wh-why are you… is it…?”
“You sorta walked in on me when I was partway through a little personal time.” Calamity chuckled, “Talking with pretty mares all night about heat and buckin’ got me a little hot and bothered.” Calamity flashed his winning smile at her and nodded toward her backside, “Seems like I’m not the only one though, huh?”
Pip looked over her shoulder at herself. Her brown tail was flagging up in the air so high it looked like somepony had tied a balloon to it. And yet, even with her tail so high up in the air, her marehood didn’t feel cold or exposed at all. If anything, it felt hot.
Swollen.
Wet.
She tried to will her tail down, but it was like her dock was so pumped up with excitement and blood it couldn’t do anything but wiggle, making her look like a goofy little puppy. She shuffled her hind legs, next, feeling that same burning, sticky, aroused annoyance that had been plaguing her the past few days.
“Came to take me up on that offer, maybe?” Calamity asked, turning slightly away from her. The movement made his big cock bob, and his round, hanging balls swing.
Why couldn’t she keep her eyes off them?
“Th-that was for real?” Pip breathed, her mind still preoccupied with the vision of stallion-parts filling her vision.
“Hey Pip, my eyes are up here.” Calamity laughed, getting the blushing unicorn to tear her eyes from his junk to meet his. “Yes, that was real. I’d love to take you for a tumble in the hay, clear both our pipes up.”
Something was wrong with Pip’s heart. If she were still wearing her PipBuck she imagined that it might be blaring out a warning that she experiencing a stroke, or a heart attack. The thing was pounding so heart she could sweat she felt it pressing against her ribs. She could barely hear Calamity over the sound of rushing blood.
“Uh… I... “
He trotted closer to her slowly, each step causing him to tower over her more and more. Calamity was such a bigger pony than her - she didn’t usually realize it… but now, in this context, with all the hormones coursing through the air…
His muscles were so strong, his wings were so big. He could dominate her if he wanted to. A hunk of a stallion.
“I gotta hear ya say, yes, Pip.” His smile was so welcoming, his demeanor so cock-sure, so gentle… and yet so powerful. “I lo-... like you too much to go on without a yes, Pip.”
Pip realized her mouth was hanging open, saliva building up in her mouth as her big green eyes looked up at him with sparkling wonder. Her mind had stalled out worse than a rusty wasteland generator with an oil leak, everything in her body… in her biology… awash in a sea of primal needs, saturated in the fog of Calamity’s musk… was screaming yes.
But her damn mouth wouldn’t work. Just opening and closing.
“Please… say yes, Pip.”
“Y-yes.”
Calamity’s grin melted into something that looked almost sappy. The big bozo seemed like he was genuinely touched by her response.
He leaned in closer. Those big brown eyes staring deep into hers, his familiar smell - the oaky sweat of the field mixed with the sickly sweet hint of recently imbibed Sunrise Sarsaparilla… with that heady, intoxicating musk just underneath. All of a sudden, his nose was booping hers, and then… his lips gently brushed hers with a soft, whisper-light touch.
Pip was just about to thrust her tongue into his muzzle, eager to show the stallion that she wasn’t a complete novice in bed, Homage had taught the stable-dweller just how effective a mare’s tongue could be, even with something as vanilla as kissing… but Calamity had already turned away, leaving her a little puddle of need, leaning into space and almost stumbling.
Just as suddenly, Calamity scooped her up with his forehooves, easily lifting her into his arms, carrying her ‘princess-style’ and trotting toward the bed.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Well, I figure I don’t hold a candle to Homage in the cunnilingual department…” He carefully skipped past his battle-belt, “...and I don’t think a filly-fooler like you would be too interested in sucking a stallionhood…”
LittlePip wasn’t so sure about that. Sure, any other time she’d described sucking cocks, or cocksuckers in her colorful epithets, it had always been derogatory - the act was so disgusting in her mind’s eye she didn’t even like to picture it. But seeing it earlier - it’s dripping end?
She had drooled a little bit.
“Plus, Velvet could show up any second… you never know…”
Pip was having trouble focusing on Calamity’s words, being nestled up against his strong chest, held so tightly in his forearms, pressed into his soft, sweet-smelling fur. Her head was spinning.
But it wasn’t meant to last, he had finally made his way to the bed and placed her onto it lovingly.
“So I figured… since we’re both hard up… let’s just get down to a good hard rutting.” Calamity was grinning down at her.
Pip nodded, going with the flow. It wasn’t too different from Homage, honestly. The famous radio-mare often liked to take the lead. Going from those experiences, Pip started to roll onto her back, spreading her legs.
“Naw Pip, we shouldn’t do nothin’ fancy for your first time.” Calamity stopped her roll with his hoof, flipping her back onto her stomach. “Get up on all fours, pony-style is best.”
Pip did just that, standing up on shaky hooves as she nervously chewed her lip. With where Calamity was standing, and with her tail flagging so damn high… he’d be able to see everything.
She could almost feel his gaze tracing down her tight, little athletic butt... sliding over her diminutive tailhole, with its tight ponut-ring of puckered flesh… and then over her marehood. Her lips felt like they’d swollen to twice their normal size, big, plump labia majora that were a dark grey with the extra blood engorging them. Yet, even with that swollen desire, she could still feel her tight, pink, inner-lips peeking out from between them.
She’d always been embarrassed about the size of her pussy. Homage liked to joke that she felt like she was defiling a schoolfilly every time she ate Pip out. Her small teats didn’t help to dispell that notion either.
And now Calamity was staring her plot right in the face. What would he think? Would he like it? Why was she so nervous?
She looked over her shoulder at Calamity, who was observing her with a sultry, smoldering desire… a soundless whistle formed on his lips. If she needed any more confirmation that he was impressed, she got it when his cock slapped against his belly with a wet slap, slinging a small spatter of pre-cum to the bedspread.
The sight excited Pip… that she could have that kind of reaction in a stallion. In Calamity.
A sudden, twisting quiver jerked through her body - she could feel her lower abdomen contract unconsciously, glutes, and pelvic floor muscles clenching against her will… sending her marehood into a brief, powerful wink, her bottom pushing backward as her well-sized love nub shot out into the air.
All accompanied by a squirt of steaming mare-cum that sprinkled onto the sheets with an embarrassingly loud patter.
Pip squeaked. For a moment she wished she thought she would just crawl under the pillows and die from shame.
“Well, somepony’s ready. My pop told me never to keep a lady waitin’.” Calamity laughed, “Though I ain’t sure you’re a lady, Pip.” He chuckled.
The light-hearted joke barely helped to defuse the tension, but she appreciated it. “Sh-shut up.”
Calamity strode forward, his big heavy hooves landing on either side of Pip’s as he covered her his body stretching over her back. He was big enough that his weight wasn’t on her shoulders, and the whole thing made Pip feel small, weaker… submissive… feminine.
It felt so strangely natural, almost comforting, to be covered by such a larger stallion. His whole bulk pouring over her, his smell, his musk, his stench merging with hers, filling her nose and setting it aswim with desire.
That’s when she felt it.
A big, wet kiss against her left buttock. Hot and wet.
Her mind couldn’t figure out just what that could be… until it clicked.
That was Calamity’s cock. Touching her. Pressing against her ass.
“Hang on, Pip…” Calamity grunted. Pip could hear the shuffle of his wings, could feel the hooves as they shifted around on the bedspread, as he repositioned himself.
The hot, wet cock-kiss slid along her glute, in toward her own burning, burbling point, leaving a wet snail trail of pre-cum as he aligned himself.
The first moment of contact between her soaking lips and his heavy, fat flare sent a massive quiver through her body, the pleasure sensors in her pink-petals seemed as hare-wired as if Homage had been keeping her right at the edge in one of her sadistic tantric sessions.
And then he began to push against her.
The tip of his dome-shaped cockhead began to slide against her tight, foal-sized slit, naturally aligning itself to the twisting vaginal entrance. But quickly it jammed.
Pip strained slightly, gritting her teeth.
She could feel her inner lips straining to accept the wide invader, parting little bit by little bit - agonizingly trying to open to let the big stallion into a place no other stallion had been. But it had reached its limit - it could not open any wider.
Calamity’s continued press began to simply mash against Pip’s tight, little pussy… grinding against the outer lips futilely. For the first time, this caused Calamity’s stiff stallionflesh to mash against Pip’s clitoris.
The touch was like juggling nitroglycerin vials.
“Fuck!” Pip shouted, stiffening suddenly at the rush of sharp, pleasant sensation.
The jerking movement dislodged Calamity’s dick from the crevice it had nestled into, and quickly the fat head slid up along Pip’s taint, bumping terrifyingly over her tightly-clenched tailhole before bouncing off her dock and running up along her back, digging into her spine as Calamity’s missed thrust raced up her body.
“Shoot, sorry Pip… you’re really tight.”
Pip felt the heavy weight of the big stallionhood on her back. The damn thing was going halfway up her spine! It had to be at least 15, 16 inches long! Twice as big as any dildo Homage had in her depraved little toybox.
“Have you ever considered that you’re too fucking big?” Pip snarled back over her shoulder, frustrated. She was realizing how much she had actually wanted to feel that monster inside her, and the disappointment in the failed first attempt. “I don’t know if that’s gonna fuckin’ fit.”
Calamity grinned, he was well-used to Pip being a little bit vulgar when things started to heat up. If anything, he was happy that his friend was getting into it. “Pip, those are the words that every stallion loves to hear.”
“Yeah? Well, let’s see if you love ‘em when I shove that fuckin’ beast up your asshole.” She wiggled under him, feeling the log of a sausage rolling on her spine and the heavy swing of Calamity’s balls against her plot.
Calamity’s chuckle broke her out of her little tantrum.
She sighed. “Sorry, I just… you’re big OK?”
“Yep, and you’re small.” Calamity chuckled again. “Let’s just try again, slower.”
Another shuffle and hoof readjustment and he was back.
“Mmm… fuuuck…” This time Pip couldn’t help but release a contented little mewl as his big pink cocktip slid back into the crevice it had been in before.
It felt so familiar now. So right.
The kiss of their genitals, the way that the burning embrace was stretching her, filling her… and yet… not filling her enough.
She wanted more.
Wanted it deeper.
Slowly, she began to press back against Calamity’s stiff cock, spearing herself on it as he pressed forward.
“P-pip…” Calamity grunted.
Bit by bit, his cock pressed in, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. Pip felt her body stretching, straining, changing. Her most delicate and private place slowly parting to permit this fat, stallionhood invader into itself.
Her labia minora were strained taut, like a balloon stretched right to its breaking point, as the wide ridge of Calamity’s flare opened her wider and wider.
*POP*
And then, just like that, he was in. Her tight entrance slipped over the knobby edge, kissing up against the shaft just under his head, sealing tightly to them as he penetrated her for the first time.
“Holy bucking shit.” Pip breathed. This was so different then any strapon or dildo she’d had used on her. It was bigger, of course… but it was alive - boiling flesh, spurting wetness, throbbing and jerking inside her…
This was a connection, a real connection.
“Damn Pip…” Calamity moaned out. “I can’t hold back anymore…”
Pip squeaked as she felt Calamity’s hips begin to move. She thought he had been using force earlier to push into her, but now she could tell he’d been holding back. Stallions were strong. She knew that. Knew it from the painful experience of many bloody battles that had taught her to rely on her magic or her arsenal instead of trying to go toe-to-toe with the brute strength of a stallion.
But it was something else entirely when a stallion was in her.
It was like his strength was overwhelming, dominating. She was just a little mare underneath this rough, bulk of muscles that belonged to her stallion. Her stud.
Hips continued to grind forward, forcing more and more cock into her body. It wasn’t long before his fat cockhead was opening her velvet tunnel to a degree that she didn’t know existed, plumbing new depths in her clenching pussy that no toy, tongue, or hoof had ever reached.
“F-fuck! Sl-slow!” Pip moaned. It wasn’t that it hurt, or was uncomfortable… it was just so much. “Easy!”
“Sorry, Pip!” Calamity grunted, straining through teeth. “You’re so damn good.”
Pip squeaked, her back arching as her pussy stretched out even further than it had on the initial penetration, as the heavy bump of Calamity’s medial ring slid into her body. Dark brown cockflesh was sliding into her now, growing girthier and girthier with each passing inch. Pip could feel each vein and nub, every crevice and crook of Calamity’s stallionhood. Her walls were swirling and constricting against him, molding into him. She was gripping at him like it was Homage’s tongue… but his organ went so much deeper.
“Calamity!” Pip yelped, thumping the bed with a hoof as she squeaked with pleasure, two-thirds of the stallion’s cock now buried in her body.
“Pip!” Was his shuddered response, as he leaned into her and rove even more of his prodigious size into her.
“Ah, ah, AH! W-wait!” Pip’s eyes suddenly shot wide, as a sudden rush of far too much sensation sparked up her neural pathways like an overcharged plasma rifle. The sheer girth of Calamity’s cock had spread her pussy so wide that her clitoris was now mashing into his shaft.
She’d always been proud of the size of her little love-nub, Homage had always complimented her on it. ‘The size of a bottlecap!’ She would say. But that size was causing the pink, heart-shaped bud of nerve-endings to grind along the veiny, bumpy stallionshaft sliding into her, inch after inch.
Despite the copious slickness that she had been releasing since the encounter had started, the friction of her angry-pink clit on Calamity was far more than she could bear. Homage usually new that Pip was too sensitive for too much direct contact - it would quickly leave the stable-dweller an uncomfortable, overstimulated mess.
But Calamity wasn’t going to stop anytime soon - not while he was sinking into the tightest, hottest mareflesh he’d ever experienced.
“B-bucking m-motherf-fuckin’ sh-shit!” Pip groaned, her hooves clenching the moist sheets under her in paroxysms of agonic pleasure, as sweat spilled down her brow. This was too much, far too much to bear. She could feel a dull throbbing building up in the base of her horn, thrumming stronger and stronger, the overflow of pleasure accumulating there like an overflowing dam.
At the same time, something deep in her gut was twisting, coiling. Winding tighter and tighter, like a spring turned too many times, creaking and groaning with a dangerous amount of potential energy. Shivers were flashing through all different parts of her body now, making her muscles twitch and spasm.
She knew what was coming, had felt this way so many times while under the ministrations of her Ten Penny Tower lover, but she’d never gotten here so fast, so intensely. Nor had she felt the bubbling hormones that poured through her arteries and veins, flooding her neural pathways and demanding that she give in to the pleasure, submit to the raw feral instinct of it all.
Bump after bump. Grind after grind.
“Ahn! Sh-shit!”
Pip was so close, so close!
That was when Calamity’s cock-hit bumped against a barrier deep within her. Booping her cervix.
It was a strange sensation - one that she was sure would have been unpleasant, had it been under any other circumstances. But the wave of unique sensation - the fact that a stallion was knocking on the door to her womb, to the center of her very essence...
It was the perfect trigger.
A deep shudder started from that little boop, the final droplet that would cause the whole dam to crack and collapse. Building momentum, the wave of pleasure roiled along her spine, flashing up into her brain, releasing a hearty dose of aphrodisiac neuropeptides that would make a jet or mentat addict blush.
As her forebrain melted to mush, reverting back to the primitive instinctual origins of her feral limbic system, LittlePip came.
Hard.
Her horn exploded in a cacophony of light, sparking showers of gunpowder-acrid sparkles spattering off the end as unused magic singed the sheets into little burn-marks.
The cascade of pleasure rocketed back down her spine, faster than it had come, sending her already flagging dock into an even more erect and jerkingly upright posture. The clenches around her tailhole came in massive spasms, each timed with a convulsive backwards buck from the little mare… and they paled in comparison to the milking grip of her snatch.
LittlePip might be small, but she was tough.
The grip of her diminutive pussy was evidence enough of that. Powerful, agonizing clenches swirled and mashed against the buried horsecock, drawing it in bit by bit.
Pip’s soaking pussy began to wink uncontrollably, shooting the clitoris even harder against the dark brown flesh with accompanied soaking splatters that coated Calamity’s ballsack and inner-thighs over and over with hot, steaming nectar.
“Motherbucking piss-shitting fuckin’ cuntnnnghhhhHHHH!!!” The stream of reprehensible invectives from LittlePip’s mouth was lost in a long groan as her tongue fell out of her mouth. Her eyes wobbled and wavered in their sockets, pupils turning into hearts and rolling wildly.
First, her front hooves slipped, sending her chest to the bed top, leaving her ass up and suspended in the air. This sent her head into a pillow, contentedly drooling there… as Calamity began to fuck her.
“I can’t hold back no more, Pip!” Calamity groaned. Up until that point, he had been showing a saint’s patience, only sliding his cock into his friend at a slow and steady pace. But the stallion had had enough, he’d been around two mare’s in heat for days now… and was in a state of rut himself.
He started to pull back… at first only a couple of inches… then he pushed back in.
Then out again, further. And now he was ramming it back in.
Further and further, and harder and harder.
He was pounding LittlePip’s face-down, ass-up body into the bed, using his bulk to jackhammer into her.
Pip was just a swirl of sensation and feeling. Her mind was really not forming any thoughts at this point, it was far too lost in the incredible motions of the heavy, thick log of horsecock mashing into her body then pulling back out. Each time stimulating the deepest parts of her body, straining her walls and making her belly bulge… booping against her cervix.
Each time, causing her overstimulated clitoris to bounce along and over his medial ring as it popped in and out of her.
Time had no meaning, nor did the number of strokes.
Dimly, at some point, she felt the wet impact of Calamity’s heavy balls as they slapped against her rear, which explained that wet plapping sound her ears were registering.
Slowly, agonizingly, Pip’s mind began to resurface from the depths of the orgasm she’d been lost in. Her green eyes slowly returning to their normal, sparkling form… though still a bit unfocused and wobbly.
‘He’s… he’s rutting me. Fucking me.’ Pip realized, swallowing her drool and trying to work her thick tongue back into her mouth, off of the drenched pillow her head was buried in. Drips of sweat were falling on either side of her head, shaken off of Calamity’s bulk as he continued pounding her little butt with abandon.
‘And it feels buckin’ amazing.’
“Y-yeah Calamity… harder! B-buck me!” Pip groaned, her words spilling out. “R-rut… ungh… rut me like you rut Velvet!”
*Slap!*
A crack fell across her right flank, a slap from Calamity that had left a nice red mark on her tight buttocks. The hoof quickly gripped the back of her head, shoving it deeper into the pillow, holding her by the base of the horn, muffling her from making any more grunts.
He was really laying into her now, fast, heavy thrusts as he ground her face into the pillow, smacking her plot with stroke after stroke of his long, fat cock. Each pump was bashing against her cervix now, slightly parting the tight orifice, sending strange shockwaves of pleasure-pain through Pip’s body.
She could hear his snorting breath, the deep wheezes, and dripping sweat droplets. He was using all of his strength to fuck the hell out of her. Like some kind of mindless, feral stud.
It was so damn hot.
She could grow to like this.
The next thrust slipped past her cervix, the dome-tip of the cockhead slipping into her womb, letting Calamity get all but two inches into her tiny body, stretching her to a whole new level.
“MMMFFGH!” Pip screamed into the pillow. It was amazing! Mind-melting. Her left hoof kicked out instinctively, where it collided with Calamity’s.
It knocked out his stance, bring the two tumbling to the bed-top in a jumbled pile of sweaty limbs, wings, and dripping genitals.
And in the process… drove the final two inches of huge stallion-cock, the ‘stud inches’, into Pip… Calamity’s head was pressing into the far end of her womb know, pressing against the underside of her diaphragm.
“Holy… f-fu…. Pip… I’m close!” Calamity groaned, wrapping himself around her, putting his right leg and arm over her body and spooning her.
He continued softly fucking her from the side, not able to make such long strokes as before, but able to make deep, ecstasy-inducing grinds.
Pip’s mouth, now freed from its muffling pillow, sprang back into action. It was entirely out of her control at this point, just a stream of disgusting filth that poured from the mare’s short-circuiting mind. Every epithet, every curse… even dark language that would stun even the hardest raider poured from her as she shivered on Calamity’s grinding cock.
“...cockfuckingcumgarglingbitchass-” Pip paused, her mind coming back to her as she felt a small change in the cock fucking her womb… it was stiffer, harder… fatter. It was jerking and bouncing.
“Pip… I’m… I’m gonna cum!” Calamity moaned into her ear.
Pip felt his cockhead, already massive… flare out to an alarming size… Wide enough that she wouldn’t be able to close her pipbuck around it. A throb of hot blood stretched Calamity’s cock wider by a half-inch, mashing her clit into the stallion’s undershaft.
“F-fuck!” She squeaked. “Fuck me… fuck me harder than you fuck Rem! Calamity! I love your big fucking cock!” She couldn’t help herself, it was pouring out of her.
She felt a bulge race up the shaft… like a shudder. Felt Calamity’s heavy balls tighten and slide away from her body as they raised up against his groin.
“Pip!” Calamity nipped the back of her neck. “Nnngghh!”
Then he exploded in her.
A hot, heavy blast of spunk shot from him, hard enough to deform her uterus under the firehose-pressure like stream. The poor guy really had been backed up. The first blast lasted nearly three seconds, depositing what felt like a whole sparkle-cola bottle’s worth of thick, glue-like semen into her fertile womb.
And that was just the start.
As splatter after splatter of virile, sloshing, steaming cum filled her, something deep, deep inside Pip clicked. She understood now what Velvet meant about the cure to heat coming out of a stallion.
It was like every single moment of discomfort, of sweaty stickiness, of unwanted unvirtuous thoughts, of agonized lewdness was switched instantly. Like somepony just had to flick a lightswitch this whole time! All the unwanted feelings completely replaced with a cooling, relaxing deep euphoria.
No anxiety at surviving in the wasteland, at making her way, at living up to her ideals… at anything. This.
This moment, being filled. Stuffed. Bred.
This was perfect.
She didn’t even mind her stomach filling out, expanding as another pint of steaming stallion-essence stuffed her full… making her look like she had put on weight, maybe even like she was a couple of months with foal.
She felt her body spasming and convulsing under her. She was orgasming again - the euphoria had just been so sensational that she barely noticed it… noticed the grasping, milking, clenches of her body, as they tried to coax more and more seed from her lover, her stud, her breeder.
Her eyes rolled with pleasure.
“P-pip... “ Calamity moaned, scarcely able to catch his breath.
“C-calamity… I… I…” Pip felt the forbidden words forming in her mouth.
‘No! S-stop! Don’t… don’t say that! You idiot!’
But it was too late…
“Calamity… I think I lo-”
The door to the bedroom creaked open.
With his well-honed and rapid agility, Calamity gripped the blanket and pulled it over his left side, extending his wing and covering up him and Pip.
“Calamity?”
It was Velvet!
Pip slammed her hooves to her mouth, the only way to plug her stupid tongue from running away with itself and continuing to go on like a moron. Her ears folded back in fear, eyes shrinking to pupils.
“Have you seen LittlePip? I can’t find her anywhere.” Velvet’s soft whisper came in from the dark hallway.
Her friend was at the door! Asking about her!
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While she was banging her coltfriend. He was literally balls-deep in her!
‘Why am I getting even more excited by this!?’
“Ehh…” Calamity began to reply. Even as he spoke, his body was unloading yet another thick dollop of cream into her well-stuffed womb. “Nope, haven’t seen her.”
Pip stifled another squeak. Her heart was torn between terror and pleasure, the feel of Calamity still pumping softly into her, each little hump delivering a new boiling load of stallioncum, almost his 12th shot now... it was exquisite.
‘What, am I some kind of pervert, now?’
She tried to ignore the obscene drip of overflowing spunk rolling down her buttcheek.
Instead, she focused on her skills. Hiding her own breathing behind the heavy puffs of Calamity. Scooching inside of the outline of his body. Dimming her own magical aura as much as possible. She’d learned through the years how to be stealthy, and if she ever needed it to pay off… it was now.
LITTLEPIP SNEAK SKILL CHECK - 69… SUCCESS
“Hmm… Ok then,” Velvet turned away from the door. She paused there for a moment, then looked back over her shoulder one more time. “Oh, Calamity?”
CALAMITY SPEECH SKILL CHECK - 25… FAIL
Velvet grinned, “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right? Take good care of Pip… maybe tomorrow night I can join in and get that threesome I’ve always been talking about?”
‘Oh, shit.’
END
Author's Note
There we go!
I did all of this in about... 5 hours?
I kind of wanted to prove to myself that I can still actually do what my name is about... little clopfics based on awesome pictures like the one that Shino did.
These days, every time I start a fic, it balloons out to several thousand words (almost always more than 10k) and takes a few weeks. I just wanted to see if I still had it in me.
So if it feels rushed, or crappy... sorry about that, let me know if you prefer me to not do these 'quick-fics', I definitely appreciate user feedback.
Also, I've read about 3/4 of FO:E, and maybe the odd side-story here or there. So I'm absolutely no expert on the ficverse. Some people warned me against doing this fic because apparently heteropip is controversial...
I just figured we can all have our own little headcanons and share and play along (or avoid, if you choose not to). I like the idea of Pip getting her first dicking down because of heat and enjoying it... not that she won't still return to Homage :)
Anyway, let me know if you liked my take!
Thanks!
