A One-way Ticket to Therapy

by Twilightclopple

Rating: mature
Tags: Random
Length: 3746

A collection of smutty short stories designed curl your toes. And possibly also your body, into fetal position.

A depository of mind-bending, head-hanging, roach-scattering, baby-scaring, knicker-dropping mini-fics. Clopfics, in case that was unclear.

Chapters are unrelated to each other. More tags as they come.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-15 20:50:01 UTC

Mooncake, Sunflower Seeds, and Chrystallized Pineapple

Two pint-sized, ethereal youngsters sat facing one another, one a slight yet noticeable amount older than the other, but foalish and endearing all the same. The smaller, bluer filly buried two stubby forehooves in the plush carpet before her, tapping an off rhythm, as her sister folded her own appendages in her lap and rocked impatiently. She withdrew her hooves and gave her little sister a soft whap on the shoulder, which elicited a tiny squeak of surprise.

“Don’t tap so hard, you’re gonna make the roof cave in!” Celestia wailed, beckoning to the makeshift shelter of blankets and brightly-colored linens stripped from their beds.

“Sorry, sis.” The little blue filly sat on her hooves, looking around abashedly.

The novice, pink-haired sun-goddess smiled. “It’s okay.” She grazed the underbelly of the pink blanket above her gently. “I just don’t wanna have to build it again. You know Mom and Daddy only agreed to this sleepover if we said we wouldn’t wake them, and I think the chairs scraping around again might do the trick.”

Luna nodded. “Yeah, okay. Where’s Chryssy?” She slowly lifted the entrance flap of their blanket stronghold to peek out, wary of her sister’s hoof flying to smack her away again.

Instead, Celestia wiggled closer, peeping through the slot, cheek squashed against her sister's. "I don't know. I think she went to the bathroom." A draft ruffled the frills of the blanket and the white mare shivered, retracting her head back into the warmth of the fort, like a prairie dog ducking back into its burrow. "My room is cold."

Luna followed suit, flipping down the cover of their peephole and turning back to face her sister, who rubbed her forehooves together in a chill. "Yeah, but it's warm in here." The blue filly grabbed an unused blanket from the corner and balled it up in her lap, smiling sweetly.

"Maybe we should have brought more blankets." Celestia dared to stick her muzzle out of a little unblanketed slit into the unprotected open, sniffing around as though looking for a nearby blanket a la bloodhound.

"We couldn't find any more, remember?"

"Pillows then." The white filly shifted in place, exemplifying her discomfort.

Luna hugged the blanket heaped in her lap. "You get them."

"No, you!"

"Go get the pillows!"

"Awww, I was just out there!" A new voice interrupted what would surely have been a tennis match of an argument, and more endless than Monopoly. A third youngster looked up at the two in exasperation with large acid-green eyes, only her head poking into the comfort of Fort Laundrydale.

"Chryssy!" The newest arrival gave a surprised 'hey' as she was unceremoniously hoisted under the blankets.

"Ow geez, 'Tia, watch the wings!" Chrysalis looked back imploringly, fluttering the filmy iridescent appendages. "They're delicate."

Celestia dropped her hoof apologetically. "Sorry." She scooted to the side, making room for the teal-tressed filly in the nest of plush. "Where were you?"

Chrysalis accepted a particularly ruched and fleecy pillow from Luna, tucking it beneath her flank as a tiny guilty smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Uh, bathroom. But I got lost!"

Celestia gave a hoot of laughter, joined in by a giggle from her little sister. "Lost? How'd you get lost?" She asked, not fully appreciating the grandeur of the castle she called home.

"You said down the hall, but there are SO MANY DOORS!" The pitch filly flailed her hooves, emphasizing her point of just how many damned doorways lined the ornate halls of the princess' palace. Walking down the hallway always bore the risk of insanity and vicious door-related vertigo.

"I'm glad you made it back alive!" Celestia giggled again, as Luna looked at her reprehensibly, before leaning over to whisper something into Chrysalis's ear. The changeling filly giggled quietly and smiled, effectively ending Celestia's solo cackle session.

"I wanna know!" The snowy filly demanded, looking crestfallen at being left out of what was surely the juicy tidbit of the century.

Luna smiled at her sister, looking smug as a chimp with the last banana in existance on a tall rock surrounded by a sea of Chimp-lestias. "You can't know, it's a secret, duh." Her words crinkled her sister's nose.

"Fine." She swallowed a teaspoon of vinegar, before moving on, a ghost of a scowl still lingering on her face. "Wanna play a game?"

Luna nodded, and Chrysalis chimed in. "Yeah, sure."

"Cool." Celestia narrowed her eyes, putting her hooves together in a most self-satisfied diabolical grin, her friends looking warily at her under furrowed brows, before the white filly dropped back into her usual innocent expression. "Know any?"

Chrysalis pulled the pillow out from under and throwing it in front of her, plopped down onto her stomach with a downy pomf. "Uhhhh...Marehunt?"

Two pairs of eyes turned on the cobalt filly in the corner, who whined and joined the little changeling on her stomach, burying her muzzle in her crumpled blanket. "I don't wanna leave the tent, 'Tia's room is really cold." She pouted, before perking up one ear and peeling her face from the blanket. "What about hide-and-seek?"

The two older fillies cracked up, snickering at a joke that outran Luna. "Uh, Lulu, we're in a tent." Chrysalis explained. Luna stared expectantly. "Where do you wanna hide?"

"Ooooooh."

The three stitched back up, falling into a collective, thoughtful silence. Tent games...tent games...games playable in tents...

"Hmmmm...Truth or Dare?" Celestia suggested, rolling her head back absently, tracing the overlap of the two blankets that made up the ceiling in thought. She was the last to join the rest on her stomach, hooves tucked under a fluffy pillow, upon which she rested her chin, looking up at the other fillies for feedback.

"Yeah!" Chrysalis immediately agreed, leering back at her white friend, who returned her knowing smirk with a mischievous glance of her own. "You in, Luna?"

The navy filly, who had been quietly watching, kicking her hind legs in the air behind her, opened her eyes wide and smiled even wider. "Yeah! What's Truth or Dare?" Her question was returned by exchanged looks from the older fillies, and the moon goddess-to-be quickly discovered what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a chorus of snickers.

"It's fun, Luna. Promise." Celestia assured, before scooting sloppily toward the young changeling, who waggled her eyebrows and grinned. "Chrys and I will demonstrate. Chrysalis, truth or dare?"

"Why do you even ask? Dare."

Celestia tapped her chin with a hooftip in mock thought. "Hmmm...I dare you to kiss Luna." She narrowed her eyes to slits, expecting the black filly to expend one of her limited refuses, and was admittedly slightly surprised when Chrysalis countered with a grin more lascivious than sun-princess's own, fangs bared.

"C'mere, Luna." The little blue filly offered the most adorable squeak as the black changeling drew her close with one strong leg, planted a wet smooch on her cheek. She retracted, looking satisfied, until Celestia, significantly less impressed, pointed out what made Chrysalis's heart skip a beat.

"That was on the cheek, Chrys. Get it right."

Never one to turn down a challenge, let alone a dare, Chrysalis threw her hoof back around Luna's shoulder without missing a beat, and, before the little filly could shrug her off or wriggle away, connected their lips. Her eyelids slid down her eyes, and would have closed had she allowed it, but Luna's shot wide, and her face positively radiated heat, blood swirling in a flush just beneath the surface.

As they broke apart, Chrysalis turned back to face Celestia, who hurridely wiped the leer off her face, and grinned, rolling back onto her stomach. "Easy." Luna remained stock-still, rigid and disbelieving of what had just transpired.

"Well done, Chryssy. But I don't think Luna wants to play anymore, do you, Lulu?" The supportive big sister in her called for a change in game, and maybe tip-toeing down the door-dotted hall to pop some popcorn. The adolescent mare in her, however, snidely whispered dirty things and fantasies in her ear that could come of their little game; worse still, Celestia was weak, and mentally pulled for an affirmative from Luna.

"I wanna play."

"What?"

Luna took a deep inhale and rolled onto her stomach, her face glowing with resolve, complemented by the disbelief on the faces of her sister and older friend. "I wanna play the game."

Chrysalis snickered, blowing an ever-present strand of teal hair out of her eye. "You sure?"

At that, the blue filly turned to the changeling. "Truth or dare."

A laughing 'oooooh' rose from the corner in which a watching Celestia sat, as Chrysalis's eyes widened in surprise, before narrowing. "No, I just got asked. You have to ask Celestia."

Without the slightest flinch, the white filly faced her sister expectantly. For a moment, the blue princess doubted her own confidence in the peculiar new game, and wondered whether she should reconsider, but the image of her sister's self-happy smug face upon her quitting solidified her resolve. "Fine. Truth or Dare, Celestia?"

"Truuuu-dare."

"I dare you..." Luna began to swing her hind legs in the air again, struggling to think of a dare that would really peg her sister. Her eyes wandered around the small space, before focusing on a small item, have hidden between the crumpled edge of the blanket wall, that they had just about forgotten. Luna scooted over, drawing out the dish filled with assorted juicy berries. "Eat a berry."

Celestia cocked a brow over a disbelieving smile, exchanging the same look with Chrysalis. "Is that all?" She reached for the dish.

"I wasn't done, sis. Eat the berry," she paused, and her older sister had to admire the young filly's appreciation for dramatic effect. "...Off Chryssy's tongue."

Silence. But only for a moment.

The white filly and the black changeling exchanged another look, this one unreadable, and Luna couldn't help but wonder whether they'd done this before.

"I get to pick which one, then." Chrysalis plucked a tender, scarlet strawberry from the top of the heap. She put it in her mouth, and Celestia thought for a moment that she'd eaten it herself, until the changeling extended her tongue with a smile, upon which sat the glistening berry.

Celestia leaned forward, analyzing the best point from which to grab the berry. As soon as she got close, Chrysalis closed the distance, pulling her in a deep kiss, the berry becoming a non-issue. Celestia could taste the sweetness of the strawberry in her mouth, tantalizing and fresh. Their tongues intertwined, fencing with each other, as a tiny involuntary noise worked its way up Chrysalis's throat.

Luna watched quietly as the two broke apart slowly, watching each other with heavily-lidded eyes as the atmosphere in the fort was as delicate as the single string of saliva that connected the two fillies. An unfamiliar sensation rose as a knot in the blue filly's abdomen, and a pleasant, dull heat began to kindle between her legs.

Finally, somepony spoke. "Uhhm," Celestia cleared her throat, cheeks crimson. "Chrys, t-truth or dare."

"...Dare."

As the adolescent white filly regained a bit of composure, she turned to her little sister, a smile and a glint of vengeance in her eye. "I dare you to eat a berry off Luna's tongue."

Just before a cloud of protest rose from the two others for Celestia's blatant unoriginality, the sun princess continued. "Eat a berry off of Luna's tongue, Chryssy, changed into me."

Luna froze, hopelessly trying to compute the dare which she was expected to partake in, while Chrysalis was faster to the draw. "...Wait...D'you mean..."

"Yep."

"You want me to-"

"Yes."

Without another word, the young changeling offered the berry bowl to Luna, who picked a ripe blackberry and put it on her tongue without batting an eye. She had, after all, agreed to play this game, and she was going to play it hard.

Motivated by the ease with which Luna complied, Chrysalis figured it could have been far worse, and besides, there was no denying the fire between her legs that screamed that it should have been. As Celestia watched, the changeling closed her eyes and concentrated her what elementary magic she held on rearranging the very fibers of her appearance. In a second, Chrysalis inhaled, and a second Celestia exhaled.

"Wow-" The original Celestia took a sharp inhale; as often as she had seen it already, it never failed to impress. In her childish attention span, however, the novelty wore off quickly. "Kay now do it."

Luna watched a perfect replica of her sister draw near. The moisture between her legs beckoned her closer, and Luna immediately berated herself for the thought. This was her sister coming to her, her own flesh and blood; she had never felt filthier in her young life. And yet, she had never felt more impatient for something to happen, either.

Chrysalis pressed their lips together, fishing the berry from Luna's stunned mouth with ease. Like with Celestia, the two stayed connected long after the berry had made its rounds.

The poor blue filly raged with heat, feeling a small puddle of dampness grow beneath her as Chrysalis's tongue drew it out of her. She moaned lightly.

The drew apart, and Celestia was agape. "I dare you to do that again, Chrysalis."

Neither bothered to remind her that that wasn't how the game worked.

Luna grabbed another blackberry, and before she could even close her mouth around it, Chrysalis was on her, drawing it out with her own tongue. Their tongues entwined for a moment, and Luna sighed again, unable to contain herself.

A quiet sound of magic announced young Chrysalis in her true form, as the now black changeling broke the kiss apart but never left Luna's flesh, dragging her fangs over her blue jawline almost threateningly to nip and massage at her neck.

It was surreal to the young blue filly. She had never even held hooves with a colt, and now here she was, getting necked by a filly, a changeling no less. Even worse, she was enjoying it, in a way she couldn't hope to place. Out of sheer bliss, her eyes slid closed.

Another sensation suddenly took hold of the filly; her sister, surely, had made her way over and was stroking her mane, combing through the blue strands as Luna was getting unknowingly pleasured. It became too much, all too much. She moaned loudly against her own will, as a clear trickle of liquid fell from her fillyhood, and a wave of hot embarassment overtook her.

"Stop," she choked, on the verge of tears, "Stop, please."

At the tone of Luna's voice, both older fillies reared away, looking saddened and alarmed. "Are you okay, Lulu?"

The blue filly fought back tide after tide of shame, wanting to bury her face back into her blanket, but unwilling to risk letting the other fillies see the mess she'd made. "I don't wanna play anymore. I don't feel good." She lied.

Celestia lifted her little sister's head under her chin, deep concern in her eyes. "Lulu, are you sick?"

"N-no."

Chrysalis spoke up this time, the same worry reflected in her own voice. "Then what's the matter?"

The blue filly turned away, unable to stop a single tear from squeezing out of the corner of her eye in shame. She scooted over and moved her tail, giving the other two a clear view of her fillyhoof, dripping and swollen, nubile and plump, a delicious ripe fruit, and the large damp patch beneath her.

While both older fillies felt an undeniable crash of arousal at the sight, both also felt a similar wave of relief. Celestia laughed gently, putting a hoof to her sister's head and stroking her mane tenderly. "Oh Lulu, that's perfectly normal, it's alright, trust me."

Chrysalis joined in, breaking a smile. "Yeah, really. We all get it." She laughed again before lowering her voice. "And there's a really eay way to take care of it too."

Celestia pushed all rhyme and reason out of her head. Now it was about helping her sister, right? Right?

Luna sniffeled pathetically, before searching for her sister's eyes. She nodded. The blue filly grinned. "O-okay."

The white filly resumed her stroking of her sister's mane, as pleasure began to once again build inside the little blue form. The sun princess's calm voice soothed the younger filly. "Lulu, it's important that you relax. Just relax, and Chrys and I will do the rest." Already, Luna could feel her shame or guilt ebb away.

With a wink from Celestia, Chrysalis took the green light. She bent down once more, gently biting at Luna's soft, warm flesh as the filly shuddered and felt the dull throb rise again. The changeling drew circles into the sensitive flesh of Luna's neck as Celestia combed through her hair and yet, the pressure the blue filly felt didn't lessen. If anything, it grew.

"I-It's not working." Luna panted in an adorable childish whine.

Chrysalis deemed it time to move to greater heights. "It will Luna. Now, this is gonna feel kind of weird at first, but you're really gonna like it. Just relax." With that, she dragged a hoof down the fur of the filly's soft tummy, pausing with just the right pressure on her clitoris.

At once, the little filly gasped and arched her back, held tight by her older sister, who cooed to her and continued stroking her mane. Chrysalis resumed her touch, prodding gently at the stiff pearl with the tip of her hoof, rolling it back and forth like a marble. Luna squealed, her mind and all thought that came with it annhilated.

The long, straight-maned filly continue, grinding her hoof into Luna's clit, rubbing in alternating pressures, from fast to slow, to gentle and rough. She traced circles around the throbbing protrusion, growing tighter and tighter, until the filly's chest heaved with unthinkable pleasure.

And just like that, it vanished. Both fillies moved away, and Luna opened her eyes, wondering what she could have done. Instead, she watched as the two older fillies grinned at each other, Celestia reaching forward for an object also hidden where the fruit dish had been.

Chrysalis approached Luna again. "Okay Luna, we're gonna try somethimg else, I promise you'll like this even more."

The little blue princess was skeptical. Impossible.

"Close your eyes, Lulu." Her sister's voice came to her, and Luna complied for promise of even greater pleasures.

A noise like an aerosol spray can and a sudden coldness betweem her legs caused the little filly to twitch in shock, yet she resisted peeking. She heard the two other fillies giggle breathily amongst themselves, and her sister say, "lu, you look so yummy."

At that, Luna couldn't help but open one eye. She saw her own fillyhood, damp and pulsing, covered in-what was it?-cream? What could possibly be the purpose for such a silly thing, unless they were going to-

"Nyaaahh-!" She moaned aloud to an extremely unexpected sensation. Never before had Luna felt anything like it; warm. Wet. Muscular. She gasped again as Celestia's tongue dragged back up, licking off a mouthful of cream as though her little sister were a sundae.

Another sensation joined the explosive touch of Celestia's tongue: another tongue, working on the opposite side of Luna's plump young fillyhood, lapping hungrily at her like neither of them had eaten for weeks.

Celestia moved on, sharpening her tongue to a point and softly poking her sister's hard, cream-coated clitoris, eliciting a dripping moan. She took it as encouragement, swirling around the hooded bud, licking the sweetness off it and fully exposing it to the warmth of her mouth. Complemented by the circular gyrations of Chrysalis's tongue around Luna's sensitive opening, Celestia built up a rhythm on her sister, flicking her tongue over and over the stiff clitoris before her. Luna panted and gasped and moaned, not totally sure of what was becoming of her body, but certain that she did not ever want it to end.

Her hips had begun to rock on their own accord, pushing her electric fillyhood toward the two working on her; Chrysalis had to hold the blue pony down with a free hoof for fear that in her frenzy she would collapse the tent. Luna grew louder and louder, every nerve in her little form wracked, the pleasure indescribable, until-

Celestia latched onto her clit, pulling it between her teeth and sucking on it in regular rhythm, the last straw that broke the camel's back, or the Moon's dam.

Luna cried out, her body stiffening as a wave seeped from her, spilling over the two fillies' tongues in a torrent, tide after tide of built-up pressure relieved from the young alicorn's very first orgasm. She spasmed, muscles clenching furiously, before falling still in bliss.

Chrysalis withdrew her head and was quickly followed by Celestia, who nuzzled her sister affectionately. The changeling sat back into the blanket heap, more satisfied than she was aroused, joined by the alicorn.

Celestia lifted a hoof to her nose, scraping off a stray dollop of cream and licking it up like a kitten. Looking around the tent comically, she turned the the black filly, still nibbling off extra cream.

"Are there any berries left?"

     "-And that, my little ponies, is why friends are important, family even moreso, but together, they create the perfect blend of sweetness."

     The beautiful, towering sun-goddess folded her wings and put down both her hooves before her into sitting position, beaming proudly at her listeners.

     It truly was a lesson. A lesson worth taking, a lesson worth learning. At the end of the day, she had the chance to learn it, and the sovereign ruler could not have been more thankful for it.

     Her audience stared back, open-mouthed, not daring to believe, or confused to no end. A middle-aged mare with a panicked look rushed forward, ushering the princess's listeners away to their own business. The princess stood and collected herself, making to leave.

     She was proud and grateful of these little visits time occasionally allowed her to make. It was a welcomed break from the regal duty, and a priceless time to reminisce.

     As she left, Princess Celestia made herself a mental note to visit kindergartens more often. They were such good listeners.