>MFW · 5:23pm Aug 16th, 2012
I get clopfics written about my OC.
No, seriously. I have this friend. Good guy and all, name's Deathtap. He writes and whatnot. Apparently he wrote a CarPie clopfic 'cause why the fuck not? Sure, it came as a surprise and he can't really upload it to the site because of that dastardly little 'circle jerking' rule that's in place on the site.
Anyway, without any further waiting, I'm going to post it here. Yes, there is clop. Yes, this is NSFW. Yes, this deals with Futapie fucking my OC. Deal with it.
Carmine was on his way home from Sweet Apple Acres humming a tune, when suddenly he was tackled by a pink ball. The ball unfolded itself to reveal everybody's favorite party animal.
"Carmy!" Pinkie squealed, "Where've you been?"
"Oh. Hello, Pinkie. I've been around. You know. Doing what I do..." Carmine picked himself up, and looked at the Element of Laughter, trying very hard not to stare. Every time he was near Pinkie, his heart would beat faster and faster. Sometimes it would beat so hard and so fast, he'd actually feel very lightheaded and clumsy.
Pinkie Pie bounced around Carmine, "You never play with me anymore, Carmine. Why?"
Because I think I love you and I can't say it out loud because I'm too scared. Carmine thought in his head, "I've been very busy lately."
Pinkie folded her hooves in front of her chest and pouted, "No fair."
"Please, Pinkie, I promise you I'm not doing it on purpose, but I got to earn money and eat. It's not everyday I get a job, and I've managed to get some regular work over at the farm." Carmine smiled to himself, "Anyway, I've got to get home..."
But at that moment, Pinkie was no longer in front of Carmine. Instead she was now standing next to him, standing next to him peering into his eyes. Carmine was a taken aback by this and stumbled backwards, his face felt hot. Pinkie, seeing this, leaned forwards again, making the stallion back up again. They kept doing this for a while. Pinkie would take a step forwards, while Carmine would scramble back -- but not too far. No, he couldn't even if he wanted to. Not from Pinkie.
"You're acting awfully." Pinkie giggled.
Carmine tilted his head to one side. "Strange? You mean, right? I'm acting awfully strange."
"Nope," Pinkie bounced around Carmine, "that's not what I meant at all. Your acting sucks."
"What do you mean?" Carmine asked, rotating his head to follow her as best he could.
Pinkie managed to stop bouncing in mid-air and magically appear next to Carmine on the opposite side of where he was looking. To other ponies, this would've caused them to scream in terror, flee in confusion, or faint out of raw terror. But not Carmine. Carmine loved that about Pinkie. Loved the way she just... was. Laws of physics and magic be damned, this was Pinkie Pie.
"You're a real bad actor, Carmy. Your Cutie Mark wasn't for acting, that's for sure." Pinkie laughed as she touched Carmine's flank, stroking his mark with her hoof gently.
Carmine gasped quietly, and moved away from Pinkie, fighting the sudden urge between his legs. He could not get hard now. He must not get hard now. Think of Granny Smith in the shower, think of Granny Smith in the shower... Carmine was relieved to see it was working; no problem at all.
"What do you mean, Pinkie?"
She looked at him dryly for a moment before smiling sweetly at him. Carmine felt his heart melt. He was putty in her hooves, he'd do anything and everything she wanted. So why couldn't he just tell her how he felt?
"Carmy, can I ask you a question, and promise me you'll answer honestly?" Pinkie asked.
"Uh... sure..."
"Promise?"
"Okay, I promise."
"Pinkie Promise."
Carmine nodded, "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
"Carmine, do you love me?"
Carmine stared into Pinkie's eyes, he felt the sweat dripping off his brow. What could he say? What should he say? He knew how much she meant to him. She was everything to him. He loved her so much it hurt. Yet, he could not say it. He wanted to. Every inch of his being was screaming the one word he wanted so much to say to her: yes. Yes, by all the stars in Luna's sky, he loved her.
And yet, he couldn't say it. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Yet, he also knew that he could not break a Pinkie Promise.
Nopony breaks a Pinkie Promise.
Nopony.
"What?" Carmine asked lamely.
Pinkie just looked at Carmine without changing that wonderful expression on her face. That sweet smile. Those inviting lips. Everything about her was perfect. The way her mane sat so wonderfully on her head, the way her eyes had that sparkle behind them, like stars on a perfect night.
"Do you love me?" she asked again.
"I... wha-"
"Cut the bullshit, Carmy. I know you love me. You think I'm dumb?"
"N-n-no!" Carmine was shocked. "I-I-I just... I didn't think you'd..."
"Shut up and kiss me," Pinkie cut him off, planting her lips on his.
Carmine's eyes shot open in shock. Was he dreaming? Was this a figment of his imagination? Did he hit his head on a rock when Pinkie tackled him?
A sharp pain in his lip snapped him out of his reverie as Pinkie bit down and sucked on his lower lip, pulling it into her mouth and letting her tongue explore it. She then pushed forwards and Carmine opened welcomed the intruder into his mouth, where their tongues commenced in a duel of heavenly bliss. Oh sweet, sweet Celestia. Please don't let this end.
Almost immediately after he thought that, the kiss ended.
Pinkie was panting, her mouth a little open, her lips moist, and her eyes narrow. She leaned in once more and pulled Carmine's head towards hers, turning it to the side and whispering in his ear, "Let's go to your place." She licked his ear, sliding her tongue along his pinna, right up to the tip, where she bit it gently and tugged on it, shaking her head lightly, imitating a hungry predator.
"Okay." Carmine's mind was numb. If Pinkie had told him to jump off the tallest tower in Canterlot over the cliff, he would've done so without question. He was hers, and he didn't care.
It was hard for either of them to look natural. Carmine found it hard to walk with his erection between his legs, and Pinkie could barely stop her juices from leaking onto the road. Luckily for the both of them, it wasn't long before Carmine opened the front door to his home. He didn't even get a chance to put his keys down when Pinkie launched herself at him.
Backing their way through the kitchen and into the living room, Pinkie shoved Carmine onto his sofa, his penis standing at full attention.
Tracing her tongue along the shaft, she followed the underside down from the tip, right to the top of his scrotum. She licked around the base of his penis, all the while he clenched his legs tight, way Pinkie moved her was incredible.
"No fair. I want to feel good too," Pinkie said, pushing Carmine's head so that he was now laying down.
Climbing onto the sofa with him, she turned her body around and forced Carmine's face between her legs. "Lick."
He didn't need to be told twice. Gently, he caressed her thighs first, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of her. Then, he pulled her one leg up, holding it with his hoof and allowing his tongue to climb its way up towards her slit.
Pinkie gasped when he breezed over her womanhood, shuddering from the wave of pleasure that literally wafted over her nether regions. She moaned, and gently bit his penis on the side before wrapping her lips around the tip and suckling on it, rolling her tongue over his sensitive bit.
It was Carmine's turn to gasp, as he could no longer take the ecstasy. He pulled Pinkie's labia apart, exposing her clitoris. Gently, he caressed it with his tongue, massaging it with expert precision. The pleasure was too much, and Pinkie pushed Carmine's head away, unable to take any more.
In response to him, Pinkie pushed her head down along his shaft. Carmine threw his head back and shoved his groin forwards in reflex, causing Pinkie to choke. Yet, she held his flank and pulled him even further inside her, sucking his member as hard as she could.
"Pinkie... that's too much... I cant'..."
The feeling of his warm, cum shot down her throat, and Pinkie drank every last drop, sucking his balls dry.
"That... that was amazing, Pinkie... I..."
Pinkie kissed him, rolling her cum-soaked tongue into his mouth. He welcomed it. It was disgusting, but he was okay with that. He would never say no to this mare. Ever.
As they broke, a thread of cum-saliva formed between their lips, but Pinkie wasn't done, and shoved her pussy into Carmine's face. He began to lick her as she rubbed against his snout.
"I'm not done." Pinkie hopped down and pulled out a vial from... somewhere. Who cares. She opened it up, the dark purple liquid glowed once the cork on the top was popped. She drank the contents and smiled. "I've got a present for you."
Pinkie's clitoris suddenly started to convulse and spasm. Carmine watched as it started to grow until it was as long and as thick as his cock. She walked over to Carmine, and stood up on her hind legs. She put her hoof and pulled his face up so that he looked into her eyes.
"You're going to suck me until I tell you to stop, understood?"
Carmine nodded.
"Open your mouth."
Carmine did.
Pinkie slipped her clit-cock into his mouth and began to pull his head in much the same way he had done to her just moments before. He kept going, ignoring the gag reflex, and rolling his tongue over it. It tasted like cotton-candy, which made him suck hard. She moaned and started rocking her hips, which excited Carmine even more, his penis began to show signs of life once again.
Suddenly, she pulled herself out of Carmine's mouth, making a loud sucking noise as she did.
"I'm going to fuck your ass. Bend over."
Carmine didn't argue. He turned around and lifted his tail and spread his ass open. Pinkie didn't need any lube, as Carmine's spittle was enough, and she pushed herself into him easily. Both ponies let out a long sigh as Pinkie pushed deeper and deeper inside him. She gripped his sides and pulled him towards her as she pushed forward as far as she could. Carmine could feel her deep inside him. In and out she went, and he enjoyed every strong, every push, each one sending a pulse through his body, his flaccid penis rubbing against the sofa started to feel real good.
"Turn around," Pinkie demanded.
Carmine sat down and looked up at Pinkie who took his erection. She pulled open her labia and slipped his cock into her. "Now, suck me while fucking me."
He did as he was told, leaning forwards and taking Pinkie's tip into his mouth as she bounced on his cock. He moaned in pleasure as Pinkie's soft, moist insides tightened around him. It was too much and he pulled Pinkie down on his cock at she same time she pushed his head down on her clit-cock and both of them climaxed at the same time. Pinkie felt another flood of Carmine's cum soak the insides of her vagina, while Carmine tasted the tangy, salty juices. He drank every drop, fucking the last few drops out of her by bobbing his head up and down with his mouth.
They both collapsed onto one another on the floor.
"Yes," Carmine stated after catching his breath.
"Huh?" Pinkie asked.
"Yes, Pinkie." He turned to look at her with a warm, heartfelt smile on his face.
Pinkie smiled back, but still wasn't sure what he was talking about. "What do you mean by 'yes', Carmy?"
Carmine held her head, pushing a lock of mane out of her face. It had become straight from her sweat, and drooped over her eye. He held her there for a long moment before leaning in and kissing her lips gently, "Yes, Pinkie, I do love you."
Pinkie woke up later and looked at Carmine nuzzled in her chest. His sleeping face looked so calm, so serene.
Unable to resist, she reached into her secret place and pulled out another vial, drinking it all in one gulp. The effect was instant, and she watched her clit-cock reform. Then she pushed Carmine onto his back and shook him gently.
"Wha-? Hi, my love," Carmine said, kissing Pinkie on the lips, "Is it morning?"
"Shut up. Prepare your anus."
"Again? But we've already done it ten times!"
And despite his protests, Carmine didn't stop her, nor did he wipe that silly grin off his face.
Don't ask, just clop.
lol wut? I can't stop laughing
Hey.
I gave him the idea.
Well, the futapie idea.
>anal
>suddenly oral
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291761 Admit it, you enjoyed it. :D
......This isn't deathtap, is it? The writer of the sad/romance/comedy with his OC? The guy who's been writing 10k chapter? No way, this is too much..........laughter! Next time I get a chance to message him, I'll give him a pat and a handshake for you for uploading this. Oh, and if you're wondering who I am or where I came from, I stumbled upon your hilariously harsh comment on that recent "Spike is dead, have Twilight cry" story that was already done by Applebloople. Love the criticism.
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He is doing this for most of the chat.
So far there has been :
1)Carmine seducing Big Mac
2)Me getting raped by Horse power in the gym (I will murder him for that one day.
3)evilgnome555 X oblivion2k (They are chat mods)
4)Arby works X Spike.
5)Carmine X Futapie.
292332 The very same. Sometimes I have these moments...