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Not much to say about this first chapter, but the supplement should be a lot of fun.

This is quite a good start for the story even though very little happens in this chapter.

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Yeah, the first chapter is more of a teaser than anything else; trying to give folks a sense of our protagonist, in hopes that’ll make what happens to her all the more enjoyable. I thought about releasing more up front but decided to save my ammo to hopefully generate more heat by releasing smaller chapters over time. The action will pick up shortly, and when it does? It won’t let up.

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Just missed your comment or I’d’ve tagged it in the previous reply.

True, not much. I decided to do daily release of smaller chapters, at least to start. This is more a teaser than anything else; hopefully give a sense of Owlia and what’s happening to her before we turn her into what she became in the latest chapter of the parent story.

When you know and like a character, sex scenes with them become more enjoyable. I’m hoping this little intro does the trick for unfamiliar readers.

A nice setup but part two is definitely my favorite of the two. And part three, wew! I'm not going to spoil it but dayum! :rainbowwild:

This is the start from the other's viewpoint compared to last chapter which is nice. I wonder if Derpy managed to reach her daughter and if Dinky will be effected by the curse and if so how.

I love Certified Mail. He's like the inverse of the RGRE mare and something you don't see too often in our neck of the woods. This is one of those instances where I actually am rooting for the virus because it genuinely feels like it's doing the infected a favor.

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This is the start from the other's viewpoint compared to last chapter which is nice. I wonder if Derpy managed to reach her daughter and if Dinky will be effected by the curse and if so how.

I admit, I don't quite have the answers for her or Dinky yet, but I did need to clear her out since the main story already stated she was a cyberpony, meaning this group didn't infect her. So she had to have caught it elsewhere. If I wanted to show what happened, I think I'd have to tread very carefully on anything dealing with her and and her daughter.

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I love Certified Mail. He's like the inverse of the RGRE mare and something you see too often in our neck of the woods. This is one of those instances where I actually am rooting for the virus because it genuinely feels like it's doing the infected a favor.

That he turned out the way he did in the story was due to your prereading suggestion, my friend. It was definitely a good one! Gave him a lot more depth and the scene more oomph.

This is another good chapter and I liked the descriptions of Certified Mail's magic. Postage is probably goign to join in soon.

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This is another good chapter and I liked the descriptions of Certified Mail's magic. Postage is probably goign to join in soon.

Appreciated! I’ve always thought the use of unicorn magic in mating has been an overlooked element in way too many M-rated stories. As for Postage? I think that’s probably a safe bet!

This was a nice chapter and I enjoyed the description of Poastage's view of the scene.

I hate 2020 already: Health issues, house issues, life sucks! I'm just thankful there are chapters like this one that is the exact opposite of suck. In fact, this chapter inspired me. And in time, I will share this inspiration... with all of the main fic's readers :raritywink:. Looking forward to it!

Thanks goes to AJ_Aficionado for prereading this so quickly and thoroughly! I’m especially gratified I hooked you on this pairing.

The pleasure was all mine, friend. Getting to read your stuff early hardly feels like a responsibility so much as a blessing. I won't deny that with my own production grinding to a halt it's also a useful creative outlet for me as well. We both know what happens when I'm reading something where I don't have a creative outlet...

Velvet; our race is dying. We haven't had a harvest in 200 years... Almost every stallion in this story wants to rape and kill us and hang our remains on a hook... There's radiation all over the place... There's mutated wildlife that wants to eat us. I'm hungry and sore. I've been shot numerous times. I had to survive chapter 3! For the love of Luna's celestial moon tits, would you just shut up and let me eat my rabbit?

I may have gone a little overboard in a few of my comments in years past. Reading them years later is still a fun opportunity to laugh at my own misery. Anyway, moving on to this fine chapter! :pinkiehappy:

Even with much of his length hidden inside the excited and submissive eagless, whose leonine femininity he continued to pound his organ into despite Postage Due’s presence, the pegasus mare could see he was surprisingly well-endowed, having at least two inches on length and girth on her own stallion, a pegasus who had never taken her on her back!

AJ's honest truth; when I first read this I thought to myself, "where has this scene been all life and why haven't I written it?" I've written a mare masturbating in a different room to her friend having sex but this is quite different and I like it.

clutching him to her body with her talons as he frantically kissed and licked the water off her feathered chest,

My eyes must have skipped over this line hoooly shit that's hot! :rainbowwild::rainbowwild::rainbowwild:

They weren’t the same size; his head only came up to the middle of her neck while lying on her, taking her in a pose straight out of the kinkiest pages Postage Due recalled from the once-read and dimly-remembered Pony Sutra.

The female in that instance hadn't been a griffon but that just goes to show you even the experts get it wrong sometimes!

She’d likewise never been into anything interspecies aside from some drunken and barely remembered experimentation with an adolescent donkey in her long-before youth;

She should have stayed with him; We need more long-eared hybrids!

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Postage Due could sense that either by instinct or design, his magic was trying to loosen her up further; widen her opening. But to the immense frustration of all, including their audience of a single pegasus mare, his medial ring couldn’t pass her tight and swollen leonine lips, which formed a perfect ring and seal around the girth of his shaft. “M-my love, I c-can’t—”

Given the anatomical differences, I can totally see this happening. Inexperienced writers will want to be careful about taking this route though as perfect seals don't normally exist in vaginal intercourse with both the inner walls and the head of the penis deforming slightly during penetration. Just a note for anyone reading this comment besides Firesight.

“By Celestia’s eighteen inches…”

Of horn, naturally. Get your mind out of the gutter! :trollestia:

The eagless gave one final downthrust to meet Certified Mail’s most powerful upwards one yet. There was an audible pop! as the gateway to her inner nest gave way and she abruptly sank the rest of the way onto him, her eagless sex swallowing the entire length of his stallion organ and even his very sheath!

This paragraph is going into the vault for mythic-tier Firesight moments. "Inner nest" is the greatest sexual adjective since "illicit inch"!

“Do it!” she half-ordered, half-pleaded through a clenched beak. “You already won me! So claim me fully! Take me! Seed me! Make me come! Make… me… YOOOOURRRRSSSS!”

Put your spell on me
and possess your prize
Feel the pony love grow strong
Embrace equine until he comes! :pinkiecrazy:

his magical climax shattered the lightpost firegem above them and bowled Postage Due backwards, causing the scene to go dark around them when the gem and the lightning faded. The magical overload even managed to knock out surrounding lights without destroying them, including adjacent street lamps and storefronts, leaving them completely in the dark.

Eat your heart out, Dumbledore! :rainbowlaugh:

A silhouette of massive bat-wings bracketing a dark and ominous avian form whose slitted eagle eyes glowed orange in the dark.

Eyes that were fixed directly on her.

Why do I hear boss music?

I love when there are changes after the preread and I get to have some authentic reactions to stuff.

Lying on her back soaked by both the storm and her own seemingly unending sexual secretions, Postage Due was aroused beyond all measure. And terrified beyond belief.

A well-hydrated pony is absolutely essential to any clopfic. Noah's Flood is in, The Mojave Desert is most definitely out.

She’d heard of such things happening in rare instances—unicorns involuntarily broadcasting their sexual pleasure to others, making nearby ponies feel everything they did. But by all accounts, it was an exceptionally uncommon event; something that only happened for extremely passionate encounters that boosted their mating magic far beyond anything they were normally capable of.

I can see evolution selecting for this, weirdly enough. The more ponies breed, the less chance they'll die out even during attrition events such as the Windigo attack.

It was an effect she soon realized wasn’t limited to her as she felt the stallion shaft so deliciously deep inside her lengthening and expanding further, filling the increased space of her eagless opening and inner nest just as quickly as it was created.

How you keep finding new adjectives for sexual anatomy I'll never know. It's making my stuff look stale by comparison!

It was beautiful. Her wings and new form were beautiful. And he was beautiful to her, her eyes recognizing his newly thestral features and longer horn, bracketed by two tufted ears. He didn’t have wings, but she didn’t care—his horn, his love, and his stallion shaft were all she needed from him.

And the tongue! We can't forget about the thestral's sexiest weapon.

“You should be, my beloved Owlia. You’re like no female I’ve ever known! Still, as far as Postage Due goes, she never did have any respect for personal boundaries… and some disciplinary action must be taken!”

Or dickciplinary action. Same difference.

the Highborne thestralcorn priests of old.

One of those new additions you mentioned! I do need to craft a spell list for those guys...

“Here it comes, marefriend! Special Delivery from the Griffon... Express...!” Owlia’s words escalated to halfway between a lion roar and an avian shriek as her leonine stallionhood erupted hard, showering the pegasus mare with her newly minted seed. The first bursts hit her chest and head, her muzzle automatically falling open to receive it just as Certified Mail’s own climax hit, the fed orgasm triggering the pegasus mare’s in turn.

There isn't enough bukakke out there. Hosing a mare down with cum is always hot!

Her body involuntarily stretched to help the changes progress; her clit doubling in size and mammaries and marehood swelling; all her erogenous areas becoming far more sensitive as she gained two inches in height and a full stone of weight. Her wings also expanded, her flight muscles quivering as they added more sinew to accommodate their larger wingspan.

There's a lovely description of a transformation!

“I’d think so…” A smirking Certified Mail appeared at her side, rubbing shoulders with the large eagless and exchanging nips and nuzzles with her happily, his own enhanced features very much in evidence from his larger body to his longer horn to the tufted bat-ears. “She was begging us in her thoughts to herd her! Said she wanted my foals—and yours!”

This turns me on more than anything else in the chapter. Breeding is the best fetish ever! Desire to write another zebra/pony fic increasing. Must... resist! Urk!

“I’d think so…” A smirking Certified Mail appeared at her side, rubbing shoulders with the large eagless and exchanging nips and nuzzles with her happily, his own enhanced features very much in evidence from his larger body to his longer horn to the tufted bat-ears. “She was begging us in her thoughts to herd her! Said she wanted my foals—and yours!”

I'm interested in how the whole of pony society is going to change as a result of this virus. There isn't any going back from this, you know. Friendship as a concept has been molded into something entirely different by this infection and it's going to split the entire nation among ideological lines. There will be those who want this status to remain and those who fight to restore the old order by going anti-sexual. Harmony as a religious concept is going to experience a schism, regardless of whether societal reform is peaceful or destructive, gradual or drastic.

This is another interesting chapter and I like how Postage was affected by the mating magic and I'm looking forward to more. I also spotted a minor error

B-but…” she protested mildly as her wings splayed harder and hoof migrated towards her malehood again as she found her gaze this time fixed on him;

Since this is Postage it shoulkd be marehood instead of malehood since hasn't got that one yet.
On a completely different note I had wondered what would happen if Fireflight were to convert a batpony.

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This is another interesting chapter and I like how Postage was affected by the mating magic and I'm looking forward to more.

I’m glad! And I can’t thank you enough for commenting on every chapter. :twilightsmile:

I also spotted a minor error

Indeed you did. Fixed with apologies.

On a completely different note I had wondered what would happen if Fireflight were to convert a batpony.

That is a good question. I can’t say I’d consider doing that yet, but you might get the beginnings of an answer in the next chapter of the main story.

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Forgot to reply to this. Thanks! As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, I’m trying to alternate the viewpoint between the various characters by section. Makes it more fun and interesting that way, both to write and to (hopefully) read.

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I hate 2020 already: Health issues, house issues, life sucks! I'm just thankful there are chapters like this one that is the exact opposite of suck. In fact, this chapter inspired me. And in time, I will share this inspiration... with all of the main fic's readers :raritywink:. Looking forward to it!

:yay: Seriously, I'm glad this was able to do that for you. I admit, the fact that you've enjoyed this so much has certainly been motivation for me to continue despite its surprisingly weak launch! Or maybe not so surprising given I flubbed the launch. I should have released more material up front and not relied on one teaser chapter. Or maybe you were right and certain tags were turning people off.

Thanks goes to AJ_Aficionado for prereading this so quickly and thoroughly! I’m especially gratified I hooked you on this pairing.

The pleasure was all mine, friend. Getting to read your stuff early hardly feels like a responsibility so much as a blessing. I won't deny that with my own production grinding to a halt it's also a useful creative outlet for me as well. We both know what happens when I'm reading something where I don't have a creative outlet...

You make an outlet by producing epic longpost comments that are stories in and of themselves! Case in point:

Velvet; our race is dying. We haven't had a harvest in 200 years... Almost every stallion in this story wants to rape and kill us and hang our remains on a hook... There's radiation all over the place... There's mutated wildlife that wants to eat us. I'm hungry and sore. I've been shot numerous times. I had to survive chapter 3! For the love of Luna's celestial moon tits, would you just shut up and let me eat my rabbit?

I may have gone a little overboard in a few of my comments in years past. Reading them years later is still a fun opportunity to laugh at my own misery. Anyway, moving on to this fine chapter! :pinkiehappy:

You make your points very well using your favorite characters, or turning the story characters to your advantage by lending them voice and allowing them running commentary. It's one of the things that makes your longposts so fun to read, especially on works like Firefly.

Even with much of his length hidden inside the excited and submissive eagless, whose leonine femininity he continued to pound his organ into despite Postage Due’s presence, the pegasus mare could see he was surprisingly well-endowed, having at least two inches on length and girth on her own stallion, a pegasus who had never taken her on her back!

AJ's honest truth; when I first read this I thought to myself, "where has this scene been all life and why haven't I written it?" I've written a mare masturbating in a different room to her friend having sex but this is quite different and I like it.

And to think that originally, I wasn't planning for her to appear! But then I decided to pencil her in at the end of last chapter, and things just went from there as I imagined what a stay in the curse-infused rain would do to her.

clutching him to her body with her talons as he frantically kissed and licked the water off her feathered chest,

My eyes must have skipped over this line hoooly shit that's hot! :rainbowwild::rainbowwild::rainbowwild:

Then you get to experience raw and unfiltered here for the first time! :rainbowlaugh: Like I said, I'm very gratified that I've actually hooked you on a griffie! Then again, I'm hooking her on ponies, so maybe that's only fair!

They weren’t the same size; his head only came up to the middle of her neck while lying on her, taking her in a pose straight out of the kinkiest pages Postage Due recalled from the once-read and dimly-remembered Pony Sutra.

The female in that instance hadn't been a griffon but that just goes to show you even the experts get it wrong sometimes!

Well, there's definitely going to be some new chapters added to it after this story! :rainbowwild: Or maybe Owlia will start a brand new one for griffons...

She’d likewise never been into anything interspecies aside from some drunken and barely remembered experimentation with an adolescent donkey in her long-before youth;

She should have stayed with him; We need more long-eared hybrids! derpicdn.net/img/2015/7/26/944443/large.png

That was another late addition I figured you'd like. :raritywink:

Postage Due could sense that either by instinct or design, his magic was trying to loosen her up further; widen her opening. But to the immense frustration of all, including their audience of a single pegasus mare, his medial ring couldn’t pass her tight and swollen leonine lips, which formed a perfect ring and seal around the girth of his shaft. “M-my love, I c-can’t—”

Given the anatomical differences, I can totally see this happening. Inexperienced writers will want to be careful about taking this route though as perfect seals don't normally exist in vaginal intercourse with both the inner walls and the head of the penis deforming slightly during penetration. Just a note for anyone reading this comment besides Firesight.

She's being stretched at this point as C-M's stallionhood is already growing from curse magic. She's not complaining, though! The nice thing about the curse and how I built it is that it lets me get away with things I normally couldn't, even in clopfiction.

“By Celestia’s eighteen inches…”

Of horn, naturally. Get your mind out of the gutter! :trollestia:

True. She's actually twenty-eight inches as Daybreaker! :moustache::pinkiegasp:

The eagless gave one final downthrust to meet Certified Mail’s most powerful upwards one yet. There was an audible pop! as the gateway to her inner nest gave way and she abruptly sank the rest of the way onto him, her eagless sex swallowing the entire length of his stallion organ and even his very sheath!

This paragraph is going into the vault for mythic-tier Firesight moments. "Inner nest" is the greatest sexual adjective since "illicit inch"!

*takes a bow* Why yes, I am proud of that one! I wanted a griffon term for womb, and that popped into my head. It was perfect both for the 'nest' part and the nice alliteration!

“Do it!” she half-ordered, half-pleaded through a clenched beak. “You already won me! So claim me fully! Take me! Seed me! Make me come! Make… me… YOOOOURRRRSSSS!”

Put your spell on me
and possess your prize
Feel the pony love grow strong
Embrace equine until he comes! :pinkiecrazy:

Stand by--I might have her actually sing that later!

his magical climax shattered the lightpost firegem above them and bowled Postage Due backwards, causing the scene to go dark around them when the gem and the lightning faded. The magical overload even managed to knock out surrounding lights without destroying them, including adjacent street lamps and storefronts, leaving them completely in the dark.

Eat your heart out, Dumbledore! :rainbowlaugh:

The lights were even flickering in Daigon alley after this one!

A silhouette of massive bat-wings bracketing a dark and ominous avian form whose slitted eagle eyes glowed orange in the dark.

Eyes that were fixed directly on her.

Why do I hear boss music?

8-bit boss music at that! Can't wait to use your altered lyrics for it...

I love when there are changes after the preread and I get to have some authentic reactions to stuff.

And with me, there often are! I kept coming up with additional details to add both when I was thinking about it the next morning and then when I did my customary pre-release editing pass using fimfiction's voice narrator function. It lets me hear how things sound and I end up doing a lot of tinkering for it.

Lying on her back soaked by both the storm and her own seemingly unending sexual secretions, Postage Due was aroused beyond all measure. And terrified beyond belief.

A well-hydrated pony is absolutely essential to any clopfic. Noah's Flood is in, The Mojave Desert is most definitely out.

Absolutely! There's nothing sexy about the Sahara.

She’d heard of such things happening in rare instances—unicorns involuntarily broadcasting their sexual pleasure to others, making nearby ponies feel everything they did. But by all accounts, it was an exceptionally uncommon event; something that only happened for extremely passionate encounters that boosted their mating magic far beyond anything they were normally capable of.

I can see evolution selecting for this, weirdly enough. The more ponies breed, the less chance they'll die out even during attrition events such as the Windigo attack.

The argument could be made! It could very easily be an old mechanism to induce more reproduction in times of reduced population, Windigos or otherwise.

It was an effect she soon realized wasn’t limited to her as she felt the stallion shaft so deliciously deep inside her lengthening and expanding further, filling the increased space of her eagless opening and inner nest just as quickly as it was created.

How you keep finding new adjectives for sexual anatomy I'll never know. It's making my stuff look stale by comparison!

That inner nest one was so good I used it twice! On the assumption that's what griffons would call it. Makes sense to me! And yes, I do love my euphimisms. Especially sexual ones!

It was beautiful. Her wings and new form were beautiful. And he was beautiful to her, her eyes recognizing his newly thestral features and longer horn, bracketed by two tufted ears. He didn’t have wings, but she didn’t care—his horn, his love, and his stallion shaft were all she needed from him.

And the tongue! We can't forget about the thestral's sexiest weapon.

True, but he hasn't had the opportunity to use it on her to that point! Don't worry, she'll certainly find out about it in due course of cunnilingus!

“You should be, my beloved Owlia. You’re like no female I’ve ever known! Still, as far as Postage Due goes, she never did have any respect for personal boundaries… and some disciplinary action must be taken!”

Or dickciplinary action. Same difference.

Pity I can't use that because ponies wouldn't have 'dick' as a term for phallus!

the Highborne thestralcorn priests of old.

One of those new additions you mentioned! I do need to craft a spell list for those guys...

You really should! We need to know more about them.

“Here it comes, marefriend! Special Delivery from the Griffon... Express...!” Owlia’s words escalated to halfway between a lion roar and an avian shriek as her leonine stallionhood erupted hard, showering the pegasus mare with her newly minted seed. The first bursts hit her chest and head, her muzzle automatically falling open to receive it just as Certified Mail’s own climax hit, the fed orgasm triggering the pegasus mare’s in turn.

There isn't enough bukakke out there. Hosing a mare down with cum is always hot!

I agree! And the remarkable thing is, I'd pretty much gone through the first twenty-five chapters of the parent story without having such a scene!

Her body involuntarily stretched to help the changes progress; her clit doubling in size and mammaries and marehood swelling; all her erogenous areas becoming far more sensitive as she gained two inches in height and a full stone of weight. Her wings also expanded, her flight muscles quivering as they added more sinew to accommodate their larger wingspan.

There's a lovely description of a transformation!

Why thank you! And yet, this is isn't even the main phase of her transformation, which has to wait for her to be taken directly by another pony. Or eagless, in this case... she has to be brought to climax by another. Technically, you could argue that C-M did, but that's a bit of a loophole because the curse requires some form of intercourse to complete the infection/transformation process.

“I’d think so…” A smirking Certified Mail appeared at her side, rubbing shoulders with the large eagless and exchanging nips and nuzzles with her happily, his own enhanced features very much in evidence from his larger body to his longer horn to the tufted bat-ears. “She was begging us in her thoughts to herd her! Said she wanted my foals—and yours!”

This turns me on more than anything else in the chapter. Breeding is the best fetish ever! Desire to write another zebra/pony fic increasing. Must... resist! Urk!

Thanks to C-M, she's now completely lost to eagless lovemaking! And very possibly, you are too! Can you resist the siren call of the striped ponies? Or will you fall prey to them like P-D did to Certified Mail and Owlia???

I'm interested in how the whole of pony society is going to change as a result of this virus. There isn't any going back from this, you know. Friendship as a concept has been molded into something entirely different by this infection and it's going to split the entire nation among ideological lines. There will be those who want this status to remain and those who fight to restore the old order by going anti-sexual. Harmony as a religious concept is going to experience a schism, regardless of whether societal reform is peaceful or destructive, gradual or drastic.

Well, there are certainly going to be consequences to all this when all is said and done. Far-reaching ones at that. The curse may be eventually dispelled but the damage will already be done, and some changes might be permanent to body and psyche. I don't actually have all the answers for that yet, but I'm confident I can work them out. But suffice it to say... some will take things better than others. And you might be surprised as to who.

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I should have released more material up front and not relied on one teaser chapter. Or maybe you were right and certain tags were turning people off.

Both could be true as well. Ideal opening move for a unique narrative clopfic is to hash out a setup — one chapter or multiple chapters unimportant — and finish off strong with a sex scene. As this story doesn't have a unique narrative, being part of a larger novel, you concluded the strength of the parent fic's readership would give you heat out of the gate. It was a fair try but unfortunately, it just didn't pan out.

You make your points very well using your favorite characters, or turning the story characters to your advantage by lending them voice and allowing them running commentary. It's one of the things that makes your longposts so fun to read, especially on works like Firefly.

It's the result of years of online content critics talking into my ear. You listen to them long enough and you copy them until eventually finding your own unique voice. Not all of my comments on Fallout Equestria were well-received but were the furthest thing from boring you can possibly get, especially Chapters 1-22 before I played Fallout and was blind reacting to everything. I dare even call it the platonic form of HAM. The closest I've come to those power levels on your stories is Five Star Service, select chapters of The Lawyer and the Unicorn and of course TAS.

My longposts on Firefly are much more down to earth, thoughtful, and reflective of years of thinking and study on the topic of war, politics, and personal motivation. They're the place I act the most like a mature adult which distinguishes them from all my other efforts.

Absolutely! There's nothing sexy about the Sahara.

Except our favorite Bedouin, Ameena!

This is a great chapter and I enjoyed it very much. I like Postage's new name especially given the connection it still has to her job.

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I'm glad! But credit where credit is due: the suggestion for her new name came from AJ_Aficionado. I couldn't think of anything, but he could. I thought it was brilliant and used it.

Postage Due was a longtime mail worker; a happily married middle-aged mare.

Just a small-town mare.
Delivering mail everywhere.
Now she's got loads of spunk stuck up in her hair!

Unaware of her coworker-turned-quarry’s thoughts, Owlia smiled at her longtime friend with equal measures of love and lust, licking her avian muzzle again with her sinuous tongue, showing it was double its previous length by wrapping it twice around her own beak.

Tantalizing description of a tongue! Bats really do make everything better.

Despite her redoubled desires and pure pleasure at its penetration, part of her protested weakly that she was happily married and this was wrong. But her doubts were quickly subsumed by her own all-consuming heat and hunger.

That is a real shame, honestly. Infidelity makes me feel bad and is not something I've ever or will ever employ in any of my fics. I know there's nothing she can really do at this point and it's not troubling in the cosmic sense from a writing perspective but damn... what a shame for her marriage, ya know? She's got kids and everything...

By the overwhelming need to submit and be bred by the pair; keeping her promise to bear their foals and cubs.

The more the marrier! Maybe by the time this is all over you can merge your two herds and make even more babies! :pinkiehappy:

B-but what would our offspring even BE? Postage Due couldn’t help but wonder as her eyes closed tightly shut to savor the sensation of the eagless organ slipping into her inch by wonderful inch, its surprisingly rough head scraping and stimulating the ridges of her inner walls as it went, causing her to tremble and her hooves to wave weakly at the air.

Taken on faith this is more pleasurable than painful.

The deeper she thrust, the wider her shaft became as it pushed into her, its girth growing only gradually at first but soon reaching the top of the vase-like bulb that was a distinctive feature of griffon lionhoods. At two-thirds deep, it progressively pried her pony lover more open to a deliciously silken sound of stretched and swollen flesh even as the head of her organ reached the mare’s own inner opening, probing and pushing against it.

Oh my god... Is this alliteration heaven!?

You pegged that paragraph!

“So is it good for you, too, Postage Due?” she rumbled lustfully with another lick of an ear, to which the pegasus mare could only whimper again and clutch her bat-griffon lover as she sank herself even deeper.

I'll just be taking my line for personal use. Thanks! :raritywink:

She recognized her new form from barely remembered books, but still couldn’t believe it. “Wait… you mean… I’m now a—”

“Hippogriff!”

Time to start shopping for that second house!

“Maybe I’m just into beaks for beauty. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for bat-wings. But either way…” Certified Mail expressed his feelings by sinking his medial ridge into with a wet slurp as Owlia’s bulb began pushing in as well, her body easily giving way to accommodate both as she was officially and fully accepted by the pair.

DP: It's good for you and you and me! :twilightsmile:

“I love it!” Certified Mail praised as he magically stimulated their membrane surfaces, causing them to go taut again; the flexible surface audibly coming under tension once more as Postage Due shivered in sympathy.

This story doesn't just scratch the itches it gives you new ones! Nice use of bat wings there.

In response, she reached one long griffon bat-wing below Certified Male’s tail to grasp a cantaloupe-sized apple with her new thestral wingtalons

Typical batty, getting curious and groping the foreign object! Just don't get cranky with my cantaloupe! :pinkiegasp:

“Just call me… Package Handler.”

14 inches and covered in barbs? No problem! Just write the proper postal code on my flank and your hot, interspecies baby-batter will reach its appointed oven.

“Then you’ll be disciplined!”

The dickings will continue until morale improves!

“With as strong as my magic now is, do you think that matters to me?” Certified Male raised his gaze and nodded his head up towards the large horn on his forehead, igniting his aura, letting them feel it brimming with power. “So grasp my hoof, both of you, and we’ll be off!” He offered it and as they eagerly did so, laying hippogriff hoof and griffon talons over his.

With that, the three disappeared off the stormy street in a fresh flash of purple light.

And I thought the alicorn drones were bad! At least they never figured out the ingenious tactic of rutting Littlepip into submission. It's going to take more than a simple railcar to stop this infection from wiping out all virginity off the face of Equestria!

...wondering what they were teaching in schools given she found a letter by a foal addressed to a griffon friend in “London, England.”

Pinkie, did you send your mail to the wrong universe again?

In any case, this may hurt productivity, but there's definitely something to be said for workplace morale. :raritywink:

It's quite nice to see the interaction between the post workers and I'm lookking forward to the next chapter which I assume will finish the first arc of this story.

Thought that Courier Six is pretty weird name even by pony standarts. Then it hit me that's New Vegas reference. Literally my favourite game even after so many years. Nice. Instant favourite character in the side story (or second after Night Owl). She's so... strong-willed.

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I knew someone would pick that reference up and mention it in the comments. I picked that name and wrote her first major paragraph.

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Pinkie, did you send your mail to the wrong universe again?

Hey, maybe she’s been setting up cross-portal pen pals!

In any case, this may hurt productivity, but there's definitely something to be said for workplace morale.

The ruttings will continue until morale improves! :rainbowlaugh: And will continue thereafter to keep it high.

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It's quite nice to see the interaction between the post workers and I'm lookking forward to the next chapter which I assume will finish the first arc of this story.

Possibly two chapters, but yes. You will hear again from these characters in the story, however, as I have another arc planned for them called “Conversion Bureau” involving a pub and Package Handler’s old herd and daughters. :pinkiegasp:

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Thought that Courier Six is pretty weird name even by pony standarts. Then it hit me that's New Vegas reference. Literally my favourite game even after so many years. Nice. Instant favourite character in the side story (or second after Night Owl). She's so... strong-willed.

That was AJA’s suggestion for a character! :eeyup: He insisted somebody would recognize the reference, and he was right! I know he’s very gratified that she’s an instant favorite of yours, too.

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I knew someone would pick that reference up and mention it in the comments. I picked that name and wrote her first major paragraph.

Indeed you did! And it would seem you came up with a winner if we’ve already got someone saying she’s now their second-favorite character of the story!

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I couldn't be happier. I'll have to do her justice come the next chapter when the party truly begins.

“So first Derpy disappears, then Certified Mail runs out into the rain, and now Postage Due is gone too?” Priority Parcel groused as a wet spot in the ceiling grew over his head, courtesy of a wind-loosened roofing shingle they’d been waiting on funds from the Postmare General in Canterlot to fix.

If Roseluck lived in a federal building, you better damn well believe she'd be standing in the wet spot under the corrupted rain soaking that shit up.

Now I have this mental image of Roseluck, doing all sorts of "don't do that!" going completely out of her way to allow the rainwater to hit her while Lily freaks out about it.

Courier Six sighed and gave a pitying shake of her head, pressing down on the wide brim of her stetson out of habit. “Spoken like a true city pony. Back when I was working for the Moohave Express you didn’t complain about the odd rainshower, you know! You filled your canteen, your hat, or whatever else you had that could hold water!”

“And did you get shot through the head with a Buffalo arrow?” Priority Parcel rolled his eyes.

“Only once but the game had been rigged from the start.” Courier’s expression grew cold and distant before pulling herself out of her reverie.

None of that mattered though, not the getting shot or the long, lonely nights in the Moojave. She braved the road because it led to freedom; freedom from preset characters you don't give a crap about in favor of destiny you control; freedom from Skinner Box loot and shitty DLC that emphasizes cosmetics over gameplay; freedom to suffer the consequences of your actions with all but one NPC capable of permanent character death at your hands instead of immortality for all, leading you on a scripted path; freedom from Fortnight Zoomer pew-pew 360-noscope controls that distract from the RP focus that made Fallout a household name.

No gods, no masters, no princesses.

At least until she decided she'd had enough and moved to Ponyville where she wouldn't have to drink a gallon a water a day to not shrivel up and die.

“Bucking boss mare…” he muttered under his breath as he resumed sorting, finding himself with a sudden fantasy of silencing her with a muzzle full of his stallion meat.

I've never understood hate-fucking but it's definitely a thing for some guys.

The image caused him to blink hard. Huh? Where THAT’D come from? he wondered. A confirmed bachelor and swinger, he immensely enjoyed having his pick of the prettiest mares—

I thought swinging was like a married couple thing.

“Whatever.” Priority Parcel found himself blaming Certified Mail for both his state and the fact he was now actively fantasizing about his much older coworkers. It’s not MY fault you can’t get laid, you impotent excuse for a STALLION! Sorry no mare will have you, but don’t take it out on ME! he told his unicorn manager with the thoughts he would never voice out loud—at least, not until he moved to Manehattan the following spring to work for a private shipping company, at which point he was planning to tell his overbearing boss off upon departure.

Lucky filly… guess she’s been pretty hard-up for being a Princess and not being able to court males? Hey, I’d be HAPPY to give her what she needs!

You and every fillyfooler this side of the Colorado Dam.

Oh hey! It's a female main character in a Fallout game. You wouldn't happen to have a law degree, would you?

Depends, do you have a boot buried deep up your ass?

You have no sense of humor, Courier Six! Fine, I'll leave you to hash out the rest of this chapter with Roseluck instead.

Shippy’s married, so I bet she hasn’t had anything but standard sex for years! I bet if I took her tail instead of her marehood, she’d be BEGGING for more!

Ugh! This guy's clueless. And I call horseapples on this wannabe being a ladies' colt. He ain't ever slept with me because even I have some standards!

Oh hey, Roseluck! Is your agent still putting you in clopfics? Why don't you have him put you in a Fallout story so you can kick flank and take names? It must get boring having sex with... everything that isn't another pony for the last six years.

Common misconception. I have sex with plenty of pony stallions... you just never get to read about it. You know, kinda like how no one reads about all the times you had to use the fillies' room; it's not important.

Having sex with your own kind... is like going to the bathroom for you?

Now you're just being mean!

Ha! I couldn't resist. Seriously though, if you could be in Fallout story, what would it be about?

Ooh! I know! It could be called Fallout Equestria: Stable 96". The premise would be a Stable designed to interbreed ponies with zebras for the sake of producing a mixed population free of racism and distrust. The plot would involve me getting rutted about a thousand different ways by powerfully built, well-endowed zebra stallions until my offspring burst forth from the Stable to conquer the remaining wasteland, spreading peace and love through the magic of rutting!

That's actually not a terrible concept, if it is clopfiction... again. It's at least plausible that such a Stable would be created but births would have to be held down, otherwise, you'll run out of space and supplies and starve to death.

“And since your fragile flank couldn’t even fight to begin with, she wouldn’t be turned on by you at all!” Express Shipment teased. “But then again, she’d hardly be alone in that—neither are we!” She exchanged a high hoof with Courier Six.

Oof. Shots fired!

He shortly took his flirtatious behavior to a whole different level, however, throwing caution and common sense completely to the wind. “Only because you haven’t tried me yet!” He stepped out behind his counter to show off his pride and joy in the form of his impressive nine inch erection, stretching out his hindquarters in display. “So step right up, fillies! We’ve got a few minutes before the boss comes back, so I’d be happy to do you both!”

I am calling the police.
I am calling the police. Damn, you stole my joke!

Courier Six exchanged another eyeroll with her earth pony friend, but then gave her fellow mare a wink as she got a very evil grin. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with your logic, double-P. So I tell you what: I’ll try a stallion—if you do as well!” She grinned evilly, causing his expression to instantly drop as the import of the statement registered.

And I get to watch!
Ew, Danger Noodle...

“He’s a cert, alright; definitely a full-blown shaft-sucker.

You think he can such a golf ball through a garden hose?
Only if he gave him a reacharound first!

“So, I see you all are goofing off again…” Certified Mail’s ominous and unusually deep voice broke the darkened silence except for what sounded like the rippling of fabric and the licking of lips. “But maybe I’ve been working you too hard lately. It is Nightmare Night, after all. So I’ll be a kind boss for once... and throw you all an office party!”

With those words, he ignited his enormously powerful mating aura, causing their fur and flesh to burn with intense sensual fire.

It was fun, C6! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rather large commitment in the form of a large number of zebras wanting to tuck me I need to be working on.

I'll admit it, sometimes I wish I had it as easy as you. Then again... next chapter I probably will! It's been a hard Wasteland; I can afford to let my mane down a bit!

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I couldn't be happier. I'll have to do her justice come the next chapter when the party truly begins.

Since she was your addition, you're welcome to write whatever you like for her.

“So first Derpy disappears, then Certified Mail runs out into the rain, and now Postage Due is gone too?” Priority Parcel groused as a wet spot in the ceiling grew over his head, courtesy of a wind-loosened roofing shingle they’d been waiting on funds from the Postmare General in Canterlot to fix.

If Roseluck lived in a federal building, you better damn well believe she'd be standing in the wet spot under the corrupted rain soaking that shit up.

And conveniently lose the paperwork she was filling out to fix it.

Now I have this mental image of Roseluck, doing all sorts of "don't do that!" going completely out of her way to allow the rainwater to hit her while Lily freaks out about it.

In Lily's case, she'd be terrified that she'd want to be with stallions if the curse caught her.

Courier Six sighed and gave a pitying shake of her head, pressing down on the wide brim of her stetson out of habit. “Spoken like a true city pony. Back when I was working for the Moohave Express you didn’t complain about the odd rainshower, you know! You filled your canteen, your hat, or whatever else you had that could hold water!”

“And did you get shot through the head with a Buffalo arrow?” Priority Parcel rolled his eyes.

“Only once but the game had been rigged from the start.” Courier’s expression grew cold and distant before pulling herself out of her reverie.

None of that mattered though, not the getting shot or the long, lonely nights in the Moojave. She braved the road because it led to freedom; freedom from preset characters you don't give a crap about in favor of destiny you control; freedom from Skinner Box loot and shitty DLC that emphasizes cosmetics over gameplay; freedom to suffer the consequences of your actions with all but one NPC capable of permanent character death at your hands instead of immortality for all, leading you on a scripted path; freedom from Fortnight Zoomer pew-pew 360-noscope controls that distract from the RP focus that made Fallout a household name.

How profound! Few games or franchise and induce players to start waxing philosophical like that.

No gods, no masters, no princesses.

At least until she decided she'd had enough and moved to Ponyville where she wouldn't have to drink a gallon a water a day to not shrivel up and die.

But what if she herself is about to gain godlike power...?

“Bucking boss mare…” he muttered under his breath as he resumed sorting, finding himself with a sudden fantasy of silencing her with a muzzle full of his stallion meat.

I've never understood hate-fucking but it's definitely a thing for some guys.

I've only ever seen it depicted in a movie once. It wasn't enjoyable to watch. I might be trying such a scene in my anthro fic, though.

The image caused him to blink hard. Huh? Where THAT’D come from? he wondered. A confirmed bachelor and swinger, he immensely enjoyed having his pick of the prettiest mares—

I thought swinging was like a married couple thing.

I believe you're right. I'll have to change that.

“Whatever.” Priority Parcel found himself blaming Certified Mail for both his state and the fact he was now actively fantasizing about his much older coworkers. It’s not MY fault you can’t get laid, you impotent excuse for a STALLION! Sorry no mare will have you, but don’t take it out on ME! he told his unicorn manager with the thoughts he would never voice out loud—at least, not until he moved to Manehattan the following spring to work for a private shipping company, at which point he was planning to tell his overbearing boss off upon departure.

Lucky filly… guess she’s been pretty hard-up for being a Princess and not being able to court males? Hey, I’d be HAPPY to give her what she needs!

You and every fillyfooler this side of the Colorado Dam.

And every brony out there.

Oh hey! It's a female main character in a Fallout game. You wouldn't happen to have a law degree, would you?

Depends, do you have a boot buried deep up your ass?

You have no sense of humor, Courier Six! Fine, I'll leave you to hash out the rest of this chapter with Roseluck instead.

Play nice, you two! I'm sure AJA will ship you together later.

Shippy’s married, so I bet she hasn’t had anything but standard sex for years! I bet if I took her tail instead of her marehood, she’d be BEGGING for more!

Ugh! This guy's clueless. And I call horseapples on this wannabe being a ladies' colt. He ain't ever slept with me because even I have some standards!

Especially when it comes to anal! And he's not practiced enough in for you. But that's okay. He shortly will be--from the other side of things!

Oh hey, Roseluck! Is your agent still putting you in clopfics? Why don't you have him put you in a Fallout story so you can kick flank and take names? It must get boring having sex with... everything that isn't another pony for the last six years.

Common misconception. I have sex with plenty of pony stallions... you just never get to read about it. You know, kinda like how no one reads about all the times you had to use the fillies' room; it's not important.

What about sex *in* the fillies room?

Having sex with your own kind... is like going to the bathroom for you?

Yep. Exactly like how attacking Cloudsdale is no different than killing wounded prey. I should bring in the Primarch in this story just to make her a post-curse public use spectacle who craves pony cock. But that's Night Owl now!

Now you're just being mean!

Ha! I couldn't resist. Seriously though, if you could be in Fallout story, what would it be about?

Ooh! I know! It could be called Fallout Equestria: Stable 96". The premise would be a Stable designed to interbreed ponies with zebras for the sake of producing a mixed population free of racism and distrust. The plot would involve me getting rutted about a thousand different ways by powerfully built, well-endowed zebra stallions until my offspring burst forth from the Stable to conquer the remaining wasteland, spreading peace and love through the magic of rutting!

Uh, Rose? You're drooling...

That's actually not a terrible concept, if it is clopfiction... again. It's at least plausible that such a Stable would be created but births would have to be held down, otherwise, you'll run out of space and supplies and starve to death.

I wonder what the original FoE would have done with hippogrifs.

“And since your fragile flank couldn’t even fight to begin with, she wouldn’t be turned on by you at all!” Express Shipment teased. “But then again, she’d hardly be alone in that—neither are we!” She exchanged a high hoof with Courier Six.

Oof. Shots fired!

And she's not wrong!

He shortly took his flirtatious behavior to a whole different level, however, throwing caution and common sense completely to the wind. “Only because you haven’t tried me yet!” He stepped out behind his counter to show off his pride and joy in the form of his impressive nine inch erection, stretching out his hindquarters in display. “So step right up, fillies! We’ve got a few minutes before the boss comes back, so I’d be happy to do you both!”

I am calling the police.
I am calling the police. Damn, you stole my joke!

In fairness, he's not normally that brazen. He's under the first stage of curse influence at this point. In his case, though it brings out his more lip-curling macho tendencies. For which he's about to be put firmly in his place.

Courier Six exchanged another eyeroll with her earth pony friend, but then gave her fellow mare a wink as she got a very evil grin. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with your logic, double-P. So I tell you what: I’ll try a stallion—if you do as well!” She grinned evilly, causing his expression to instantly drop as the import of the statement registered.

And I get to watch!
Ew, Danger Noodle...

Danger Noodle? And don't worry, Rose--you'll get to watch shortly! Though I admit I didn’t know you got off on two guys getting it on...

“He’s a cert, alright; definitely a full-blown shaft-sucker.

You think he can such a golf ball through a garden hose?
Only if he gave him a reacharound first!

Nice, ladies! I should add those lines in!

“So, I see you all are goofing off again…” Certified Mail’s ominous and unusually deep voice broke the darkened silence except for what sounded like the rippling of fabric and the licking of lips. “But maybe I’ve been working you too hard lately. It is Nightmare Night, after all. So I’ll be a kind boss for once... and throw you all an office party!”

With those words, he ignited his enormously powerful mating aura, causing their fur and flesh to burn with intense sensual fire.

It was fun, C6! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rather large commitment in the form of a large number of zebras wanting to tuck me I need to be working on.

What do you mean 'was' fun? It's shortly going to *get* fun! :rainbowwild: And Rose, how do you juggle your flower shop duties in addition to getting bred by zebras? You must be an excellent multitasker. Then again, you can tuck four stallions at once, so I guess it comes naturally!

I'll admit it, sometimes I wish I had it as easy as you. Then again... next chapter I probably will! It's been a hard Wasteland; I can afford to let my mane down a bit!

Then I hope you enjoy the coming ride, C6! Figuratively and literally...

"Sorry for the slow build" don't be sorry, a slow build-up can help a story greatly. especially a clop story as most would fall flat for lack of build-up for me. keep doing what you think is good

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"Sorry for the slow build" don't be sorry, a slow build-up can help a story greatly. especially a clop story as most would fall flat for lack of build-up for me. keep doing what you think is good

Apologies for not responding to this earlier, but thank you very much! That's what I try to go for generally, though in this case I think it hurt me when I only released the first chapter to start. It needed more than the initial teaser, it would seem, to draw in new readers quickly. Lesson learned. And I will, promise.

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just take your time, a chapter that is taken slowly and written well does better than a rushed one

I like the shorter and more to the point chapters in this story.

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I like the shorter and more to the point chapters in this story.

You're welcome. Since this is supposed to be a pure clopfic, it's much more get-to-the-point than the parent story is, including much tighter chapters since I don't have to include all the scene shifting between characters and additional plot-building sections around it. Though they're written differently, my hope is that both stories have their charms and are enjoyable regardless.

For those of you who need trigger warnings, this chapter contains

Aryanne.

Kidding! Kidding!

The blinding flash of light in front of them that Express Shipment dimly recognized as a teleport—a feat that shouldn’t even have been possible given the Post Office’s anti-intrusion enchantments and suppression fields that prevented unicorn intruders from winking in—

It's that thestral magic again! Juniper Neptune the 30th needs to help the ponies develop infrastructure to resist their magic once this is all over.

“But I’m not…”

The now-famous last words of the gay stallion!

“Traitor!” Priority Parcel accused even as he found himself backed into a corner of the sorting room, loudly tripping over a trash can and then finding himself flat on his flank with his apples already the size of oranges and growing even larger as they came into contact with the glowing crystal veins in the granite floor tile, which immediately began feeding him more corruptive mating magic.

The floor is gay lava! :pinkiegasp:

His body all but inhaled it through his anal orifice, immersing his insides in it and leaving it difficult from him to move as he suddenly felt hot and very heavy.

That last bit wasn't the corruptive influence, it just gets really hot in the American Southeast during the summer months.

He tried to think of something else—tried even to focus on the incredibly unlikely and lurid scene of mating mares in front of him Only to find he couldn’t enjoy it.

The curse doesn't even do him the solid of making him bisexual! That is dirty pool, Clopronavirus!

She nodded back towards Express Shipment and Courier Six, who were now rolling back and forth over each other in their passion, the latter losing her Stetson hat in the process, revealing a long flowing mane except for a small bare area in front of her left ear with a rather ugly scar.

From where she got shot. I'm glad you remembered to add that! :pinkiehappy:

They only stopped when Courier Six ended up on her back and Express Shipment began going down on her brightly glowing horn, which she began kissing and nibbling at.

I just love it when they lesbians start going for the horn! :heart:

“L-like I learned in the Moojave Express, you take what opportunities for rest and relaxation you get, whether with the local donkey judys or trading gems for fun with diamond dog dams! Or put another way—any port in a storm!” she said as a loud clap of thunder sounded outside for emphasis.

“You know, I could deliver a lot faster with wings…” Courier Six admitted as for the first time she found herself with eyes for male attributes, tracing the exotic and oversized griffon organ’s impressive dimensions and noting the bulblike bulge near its base.

And avoid a whole hell of a lot of arrows being fired at your head!

And then they shifted fractionally off each other, inviting their longtime griffon colleague to place it between their bellies where it could be pillowed completely by their large and laden mammaries.

Mares with big boobs is a wonderful thing we could always use more of on feral ponies. Well done, Sensei!

Sometimes the story calls for intrigue and counterplots and wheels within wheels. Sometimes it just needs a sexual radiation leak that leads to a very different kind of elephant's foot.

... Let's just assume that was meant to be an innuendo.

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That's not an elephant's foot, lad... That's a moose knuckle! :pinkiegasp:

Isn't this just the same as chapter 5? You've just copy and pasted most of that in this one, even the same mistake of having a full stop instead of a space between two words, when P-P speaks to C-M.
What was the point of this chapter?

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At first, I had no idea what you were talking about since I didn't copy anything from that chapter. Then I checked and discovered--to my horror--that I somehow accidentally overwrote chapter 5 with chapter 8. My apologies. :ajsleepy: I fixed it and restored the proper content to chapter 5, so feel free to reread it. Reading chapter 8 at that point would have been confusing since Priority Parcel and the other two mail workers hadn't been introduced yet.

EDIT: I also found and fixed the full-stop-instead-of-space issue.

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This has to be your all-time weirdest googledocs snafu of all time.

Full confession: I nearly posted a story with the docs comments attached to it at the bottom. That would have been a very shamefur dispray as some of the comments were pretty spicy.

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Haha no worries, I was just super confused. Also thought the structure was odd with how the story jumped around and restarted from different perspectives, but now things make sense

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Sorry this took so long to reply back to! I think I must be sick, since I'm not writing much lately. Why? Because I'm enjoying my work of late! I've ever been writing too much or been cooped up away from the office for too long... :facehoof:

For those of you who need trigger warnings, this chapter contains

Aryanne.

Kidding! Kidding!

:pinkiegasp: Hey, if I thought I could get away with it... :unsuresweetie:. I admire you and Clopinthecomments immensely for having the horse apples to write that. It was a statement in defense of free speech I wholeheartedly agreed with and was sorry to see the comments hidden on.

The blinding flash of light in front of them that Express Shipment dimly recognized as a teleport—a feat that shouldn’t even have been possible given the Post Office’s anti-intrusion enchantments and suppression fields that prevented unicorn intruders from winking in—

It's that thestral magic again! Juniper Neptune the 30th needs to help the ponies develop infrastructure to resist their magic once this is all over.

Oh, I'm she'd be more than happy to help! Especially since she'll have a huge supply of new acolytes now...

“But I’m not…”

The now-famous last words of the gay stallion!

I'd say poor Priority Parcel, but he earned it! And lest anybody think I have it in for males here, please note I made Certified Male the true stud and ladies' stallion, once he figured out what kind of ladies he actually liked.

“Traitor!” Priority Parcel accused even as he found himself backed into a corner of the sorting room, loudly tripping over a trash can and then finding himself flat on his flank with his apples already the size of oranges and growing even larger as they came into contact with the glowing crystal veins in the granite floor tile, which immediately began feeding him more corruptive mating magic.

The floor is gay lava! :pinkiegasp:

The floor... the air... even the rain outside! :rainbowlaugh: This might have actually been inspiried by a recent reread of The Best and The Worst where I was thinking about the propensity of neutron radiation to contaminate all it touched and turn it into an additional source of neutron radiation in the process!

His body all but inhaled it through his anal orifice, immersing his insides in it and leaving it difficult from him to move as he suddenly felt hot and very heavy.

That last bit wasn't the corruptive influence, it just gets really hot in the American Southeast during the summer months.

It ain't the heat. It's the god-awful humidity. :ajsleepy: The older I get, the less I like it.

He tried to think of something else—tried even to focus on the incredibly unlikely and lurid scene of mating mares in front of him Only to find he couldn’t enjoy it.

The curse doesn't even do him the solid of making him bisexual!

The curse author didn't, no! Mostly because I didn't think he deserved the courtesy for the way he developed as a character.

That is dirty pool, Clopronavirus!

Nice turn of phrase! At least if our own pandemic was that, we either wouldn't mind staying inside for months on end, or we wouldn't care in the least about the stupid quarantine rules and break them en masse for reasons other than destructive ones. :twilightangry:

She nodded back towards Express Shipment and Courier Six, who were now rolling back and forth over each other in their passion, the latter losing her Stetson hat in the process, revealing a long flowing mane except for a small bare area in front of her left ear with a rather ugly scar.

From where she got shot. I'm glad you remembered to add that! :pinkiehappy:

I won't lie--it was there for you!

They only stopped when Courier Six ended up on her back and Express Shipment began going down on her brightly glowing horn, which she began kissing and nibbling at.

I just love it when they lesbians start going for the horn! :heart:

They don't like phalluses but they certainly like phallic objects! :rainbowlaugh:

“L-like I learned in the Moojave Express, you take what opportunities for rest and relaxation you get, whether with the local donkey judys or trading gems for fun with diamond dog dams! Or put another way—any port in a storm!” she said as a loud clap of thunder sounded outside for emphasis.

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I'm stealing that song to use later in Firefly!

“You know, I could deliver a lot faster with wings…” Courier Six admitted as for the first time she found herself with eyes for male attributes, tracing the exotic and oversized griffon organ’s impressive dimensions and noting the bulblike bulge near its base.

And avoid a whole hell of a lot of arrows being fired at your head!

Good point. I just added it in to that paragraph!

And then they shifted fractionally off each other, inviting their longtime griffon colleague to place it between their bellies where it could be pillowed completely by their large and laden mammaries.

Mares with big boobs is a wonderful thing we could always use more of on feral ponies. Well done, Sensei!

Agreed! Just doing my part to make them more prominent! They'll figure greatly in the next chapter, too...

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Sometimes the story calls for intrigue and counterplots and wheels within wheels. Sometimes it just needs a sexual radiation leak that leads to a very different kind of elephant's foot.

Well, like I told AJA in the comment reply just before yours, I'd actually reread The Best and The Worst recently and was thinking about radioactive contamination again! That might have in turn contaminated my thinking here!

... Let's just assume that was meant to be an innuendo.

Well, why not? I mean, in this story, everything is an innuendo! :coolphoto:

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This has to be your all-time weirdest googledocs snafu of all time.

It's up there, definitely! and whenever I hear the word snafu, I immediately think of:

Full confession: I nearly posted a story with the docs comments attached to it at the bottom. That would have been a very shamefur dispray as some of the comments were pretty spicy.

Hell, there are times I wish we did include the googledoc comments since some of them are really good!

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Haha no worries, I was just super confused. Also thought the structure was odd with how the story jumped around and restarted from different perspectives, but now things make sense

I'm glad, believe me. I'd've been really confused too. I'm just glad you asked or else it'd probably still be the wrong chapter there.

This was an interesting chapter and I liked the effects of the mating magic. Given how powerfull one corrupted unicorn is it makes me wonder how stong Eclipse's would be and what she could do with it. I also have the impression that Certified Male's negative opinion of Priority Parcel is enhanced since he seems to enjoy the punishment a bit too much.
I also spotted an error:

“So what are we gonna do with him? Discipline him?” her teeth suddenly glowed bright white; some even appeared to be pointed!

Since only Certified Male has teeth instead of a beak it should be his teeth.

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