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.
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.
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.
I love when there are changes after the preread and I get to have some authentic reactions to stuff.
A well-hydrated pony is absolutely essential to any clopfic. Noah's Flood is in, The Mojave Desert is most definitely out.
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.
How you keep finding new adjectives for sexual anatomy I'll never know. It's making my stuff look stale by comparison!
And the tongue! We can't forget about the thestral's sexiest weapon.
Or dickciplinary action. Same difference.
One of those new additions you mentioned! I do need to craft a spell list for those guys...
There isn't enough bukakke out there. Hosing a mare down with cum is always hot!
There's a lovely description of a transformation!
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'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
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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I’m glad! And I can’t thank you enough for commenting on every chapter.
Indeed you did. Fixed with apologies.
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.
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.
Absolutely! There's nothing sexy about the Sahara.
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.
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!
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!
Pity I can't use that because ponies wouldn't have 'dick' as a term for phallus!
You really should! We need to know more about them.
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!
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.
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???
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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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.
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.
Except our favorite Bedouin, Ameena!