The cloptastic adventures of pony Mick in pony Wonderland

Chapter 4: Wet in a good way

Mick blinked as he opened his eyes. He yawns as he stretches his aching muscles, enjoying the feeling of freedom again. He thinks back about yesterday, but remembering how the evening ended, he blocks it off again. Still he needed to see if he was ok. Who knows what he might have done yesterday?

He looked carefully at his hooves and down his front legs. He repeated his study, exploring every part of his body and sighed relieved when he found nothing unusual. The one unusual thing he found was at his groin, his pelt knit together  by the dried up fluids of yesterday. Aside from feeling weird, the smell was terrible. Squinting as another whiff drifted in his nostrils, he looks over the edge of the cloud. The cloud had drifted just a small distance during the time he’d slept. He first saw the spa as a viable option to wash it away, but entering there would be awkward. Scouting around he spotted his only option left: a small pond near the edge of Everfree Forest. The lake seemed to be too crowded, many ponies apparently spending the beautiful day there. The only danger would be that the pond was near Fluttershy’s cottage, the sounds of the animals prone to be there could reveal him. He would die if he scared Fluttershy off with his bathing. Still, it was the only reasonable safe option left. Determined now, Mick stands up and glides down towards the pond.

Mick arrived in a small clearing next to the pond, his landing not so gentle as he wasn’t adjusted to it yet. His left wing had brushed against a branch and was now stinging annoyingly. There was no blood or serious injury, but still the ruffled feathers had given away the spot of impact. Annoyed, he folded his wings and sneaked to some packed reeds near the waterside, still not sure if somepony had seen him.

Mick sat still for a moment, letting his gaze spy over the pond. It seemed like nopony was around. The lake itself was surrounded by reeds, making it more secluded  than he had hoped. From a birds perspective he had seen the lonely pond but not the helpful plants around it. The only thing stirring was a small family of ducks and the occasional fish  going up to catch a bug.

With a big smile Mick jumped in the water, closing his mouth just before his head went under. He resurfaces with the big smile still on his face, spitting out water. His manes still a bit strange to him, he had to take a moment to realize they were hanging in his eyes. Giggling he wipes them away and enjoys his bath. The water was pleasantly chill, the cold numbing his pains and making his stallionhood tingle. As his attention turns back to this special organ memories of last night came back…the good parts at least.

Making sure he made zero sound, he started washing himself. Letting the water work its magic on his groin as he rubbed to get the nods out.  For the first time, Mick had the chance to look at his new penis. At least, what was visible at the moment. Differing from the human anatomy, this penis was shafted inside his body. What he sees now is just the exit, just a fraction of what he had seen earlier.  Knowing this in the human world would be weird, but now… it is normal…right? (editorial note: I studied biology, I have an excuse)

Carefully he prodded it with his hoof, testing it out. The sensation was pleasurable, but a bit less effective as Mick was used to in his human form. He can’t resist smiling as he thinks back to his seven hour masturbation marathon he once held. Good times, good times, … .

Pausing for a moment, Mick looked around  if he was still alone. The duck family had retreated in the reeds somewhere, their quacking revealing their position. Sighing happily he returned his attention to his special spot. He starts rubbing the area around the shaft, moaning softly as he started to feel good. Even though his body yearns him to close his eyes and enjoy more, Mick kept his eyes on the target.  He kept on rubbing until he finally got what he wanted. Slowly, he saw his penis unsheathing. A large tip, designed to open up to release his seed, followed by a long shaft. Panting lightly now, Mick moved his hoof up. To his surprise it was a lot more sensitive than he was used to. Moaning softly, he started rubbing it, the hard horn of his hoof somehow gently caressing his sensitive parts. Slowly he closed his eyes, wanting to savour the feeling in its fullest, not disturbed by the outside world of sounds and smells. His mind started recalling memories of pictures he had seen as a human. Sure, he tells everyone at home he doesn’t enjoy clop or even watch it....but the truth couldn’t be further. His mind showing him a real buffet of clop pictures he likes, some masterpieces which combined fine drawing art with the carnal sensation of lust. Fluttershy chained invitingly at town square, several indications of earlier sex acts still visible. Pinkie Pie offering a special kind of cream pie.

Yes...these mental pictures would do. Smiling he added some experience with the library of mental filth, the gentle dance of lust he had enjoyed last night with Applejack. Mick started stroking harder, feeling the familiar tension building up again. Grunting, he stroked harder, letting last nights actions play as a movie in his mind. He tried to recall the scents, movements, tastes. He could even swear that he softly heard Applejacks voice, asking some unimportant question. He kept on stroking as he tried to link the sentence to a location....a scene.

Clopping harder every second, he knew he would orgasm if he could link it. He knew it, it was at the tip of his... euhm...tongue. The gentle timbre of her voice, carrying her cuteness through the medium of air, he remembered a look... a gentle, caring look. Like she was worried... scared even maybe.

Wait... Applejack scared? Micks clopping went harder and harder as he came closer to solving the riddle. His mind raced to clear the picture. The look gaining details... her fine fur, her heavenly blue eyes. Wait...blue? Applejack has green eyes! The only pony he knows with blue eyes are...

A scream echoed in the air, followed by a huge splash of water enveloping Mick.  The sudden flash of coldness stroking his erect member sent Mick of over the edge, releasing his load with a loud groan. After a few seconds of furious shooting, Mick opened his eyes lazily. It didn’t take too long before they were open and wide with surprise. In front of him, mere inches of his trembling remains of rock hard penis, was Fluttershy. Her eyes shimmering, making it clear she was close to crying. Her gaze was fixed on Micks stallionhood in pure disbelief. Her face covered in his semen, numerous spludges still clinging in her manes, failing a match with gravity as they slowly dripped down.

Micks eyes crossed hers, still no words spoken. Slowly she runs a hoof through her manes, putting it in front of her. Her gaze momentarily skimming over her hoof, now covered in his sperm. With even bigger eyes of disbelief, something Mick hadn’t thought possible, she locked eyes with Mick again.

Mick felt his blood go back to his brains, passing by his face to make it as red as possible. He felt ashamed, guilty,... but strangely enough aroused..... As the moment kept going on, Mick felt like he had to say something. Who knows, he might have given her a trauma for the rest of her life!

“ Euhm...Hi, I’m Mick...Nice to meet you...Urgh... Sorry?”

Fluttershy blinks a few times, stretching the awkward moment. Mick saw her taking a deep breath. ‘Here it comes’ ,he thought: ‘She’s going to scream in terror and flee and I’ll be hunted down by the Wonderbolts...I’m doomed...’

Mick already moved his two hooves to his ears to protect them from the wailing scream sure to follow.

“YOU RUIN MY MANE, I BUST IN YOUR BRAIN!”

“Wait..what?”

The last thing Mick saw was Fluttershy’s face twisted in pure hate and anger. Her hoof closing in with a nice left hook. Not even a professional boxer could improve that. As her hoof made contact with his forehead, he could only think about what genius Iron Will must be. As blackness shot into view, he only hoped she wouldn’t let him drown... and wishing  that his head wasn’t heading to the small puddle of his own cum flowing on the water. Drowning in your own cum was low on his list of good deaths...