Short, standalone sex stories. Pairings and themes vary. Suggestions welcome.
The good denizens of Equestria are not what you think.
Many of them hold stories that have remained secret. Acts of lechery and debauchery that they've fondly kept. Acts with friends, acts with family, acts spent alone...they all have a story to tell.
These are collections of them. Short stories that show ponies at their most vulnerable and most welcoming. Stories that show the times when the ponies chose not to hide.
So what would you like to see?
Current workload: --ScootaDash request → Coming next! --Twixie request → Coming soon! --Dominant Luna request → Coming later!
The Shop That Sells Secrets is a series of standalone clop stories that are either spur-of-the-moment or suggested by its readers. Triggers will be provided in chapter titles.
Welcome. Come into my parlor. Won't you take a seat? Would you like a drink?
I know why you're here. I see the lines of frustration digging into your cute little face. You've spent a good amount of time searching for something, yet you don't know exactly what it was you wanted. Deep down, you know that you would know what it was as soon as you saw it...maybe a little afterwards, perhaps? Hmm. But the search has been fruitless, hasn't it?
Now you are here. Seeing me. Don't you know that I am not what you think? Rather, I am what you need.
I am a purveyor of goods, goods of a certain...hmm, flavor. They are not the kinds of things you buy and keep and display. My goods are the ones you keep closed behind a silent voice. You see, the cute little denizens of this good world have many secrets. I simply specialize in learning about them. And most ponies don't know it, but there is a special market for those of my talents. I share those secrets...those delicious little stories that others had written behind drawn curtains and beneath a cocktail of taste and breathless moans and ecstasy.
How is the drink? Would you care for more?
Oh, yes, gathering the secrets has been difficult. But it has also been very rewarding. The loyal clients I have gained will often come in, panting and red-faced, with a smile and their gratitude on their plump, bitten lips. They know that they are aware of the secrets of others, but they only share one particular secret: where to find me.
Don't look away like that. It hides your cute face. I like you. You don't have to be ashamed of coming here today. Neither should you feel bad when you return. I can tell; your lips are ready to give me the same kind of gratitude. The rest of you is ready for what I have to offer. What you do with them is entirely up to you, but it's my only hope that whatever you do will leave you breathless.
With the morning came many needs. A need for breakfast, a need for cleanliness, a need for preparation. Fluttershy was experiencing a different sort of need, one that made itself known right on the heels of the moon's light receding from the land. She had been awake for a few minutes before then, of course: many of her avian housemates would raise a ruckus if they were not tended to first, and that habit let her be roused before they were.
Luckily for her, she was free from any duties that morning. Aside from making sure everyone was fed (and making a bit of time for her own breakfast), there were no appointments for her to meet or make. The afternoon would be a different story, but for now, all she felt was warmth and contentment while the sky outside slowly darkened before the coming dawn.
Oddly, she felt that her hoof had strayed toward her lower regions during her sleep. The very edges of both were touching each other. She paused to think, then gave a quiet giggle. Little wonder why her latest dream had been more distinct than most...she was setting herself up for a different sort of hunger.
She still felt warm. She had no need to get up for another few minutes. Her friends and pets were quiet and still. And her mind, unusually playful, tried its best to capture the images of her latest dream. It didn't take long for her to simply go with it. Her eyes closed, but she didn't move her hoof; she rather liked the subtle teasing.
Images played behind her closed eyes. Shadows and sensations came back to her in a rush, sorting themselves out or else fading entirely. She seemed to remember a specific weight that she was controlling. No, there were two: one that she held, and one much bigger that was holding her. She giggled again, unsure which was exciting her more. Maybe both? Oh, yes, now that was a wonderful notion.
Slowly, Fluttershy thought more detail into what remnants of her dream there were. Shapes and colors emerged as smoothly as water on a bank. There were no solid lines; everything still flowed in her mind's eye. They were blurry, yes, but more importantly they were everywhere. Soft shapes and colorful patterns that vaguely resembled ponies she knew, with all of them lacking faces but still giving her delicious sensations.
A moan escaped her. When had her hoof started to move? It didn't matter, no wait, it was all that mattered.
Her brow furrowed as she willed the phantoms to act. One was larger than the other, their colors of red and orange blending and pulling at each other. They seemed to reach for her, then they simply reached her, and suddenly jolts of excitement caused Fluttershy's hips to twitch. Oh wow, there was another shape too, with soft yellow tones, and another with blue, two nearby with white, goodness, had everyone come by to see this?
Frowning, Fluttershy opened her eyes a crack. The thought of a large group activity was enticing, but she knew she didn't have much time to spend there. It would have to be kept to a smaller band, despite her libido's protests.
So then, two shapes, two colors. She closed her eyes again and apologized for making them wait. They responded by moving around her, pulling her close to their warmth, scooping her up, setting her down somewhere even warmer, and placing their faceless bodies above her own. Somehow, she knew the wetness touching her dock was still fresh. She gave a moan of assent and moved her body against it.
Then another moan came out, much louder than the last while still remaining subdued. Her hoof made long, languid strokes up and down the length of her folds, finally doing more than teasing. Pulling her lip between her teeth, Fluttershy used her other hoof to pull a nearby pillow close. After all, in her fantasy, there were two different weights. She nuzzled the soft material, imagining it was as warm as the smaller figure.
The colors melded together again, too close to tell where one ended and the other began. They slowly moved above her, touching her, making her feel warm and ticklish while still sending electric chills along the lengths of her legs. Where one moved on, the other arrived, leaving no part of her ignored. Soon they went low, dragging their colors along the curves of her hips. She twitched harder in response.
A flash of white sped across her mind. Not another figure, but rather an idea. She was holding the pillow close to her body, and one corner of it was near enough to her busy hoof to be felt. And since there were two shapes...
She went back to her fantasy. The two colors pulled apart once more, with the orange staying low while the pillow followed. The red figure returned up to her, and she felt phantom nips and breaths along her neckline. The thought distracted her for the briefest of moments, causing a flare of surprise to catch her when the fabric of the pillow pushed her hoof away. Compared to earlier, the touch was smooth and soft, and it reached everywhere at once. And when it slid up her length...
The strongest spasm yet hit her, and her body went back to the bed with a groan from the springs. There was much more of the wetness now, soaking into her coat and the coat of the smaller figure. The grinding hadn't stopped. Moisture from her own need spread and soaked her hind legs, carried by the soft touch of the orange color. More than that, her own slender body had begun to sweat, and she felt the tingling rivulets run down along her stomach. Oh, it was wonderful.
She had to remember that there were two with her. The red color returned to her vision, holding her down with the gentle weight of her own blanket. A distinct scent filled her nostrils, and she knew that her sticky hoof had come to help in another way. When her next gasp escaped her, the tip of her hoof was just close enough so that the scent of her deeds could by tasted on her tongue. What else could she do but lean down and taste it properly?
The new sensation sent another chill through her. She worked her tongue along the ridges, picturing a very specific shape that was defined for her enjoyment. She didn't give much thought into how odd it looked against the blurry phantom on whom it was attached. She didn't have time for thoughts - only instinct was allowed here. A series of shorter moans worked their way between her lips and through her muzzle.
As her fantasy continued, her body took over where it was needed. She no longer focused on her own limbs or why she would need to wash her linens. All her movements were the result of the movements themselves. One grind led into another. A suck gave way to the next. Sweat and need mingled together in the best possible places. The warmth surrounding her only fed her hunger more, bringing with it a promise for something deep and wonderful and sorely missed.
Faster she moved, not registering the high-pitched whine of bedsprings or the rustle of cloth against flesh. The colors were all along her, no longer switching spots yet still touching her everywhere. All she needed was another push, something extra to send her flying and put her straining wings to good use.
And then it was there. An emergence of a third shape. The smallest yet, and paler than the other two. It had only just arrived, or maybe it had been there the whole time. It was watching her, that much was clear. The shape was silent and still yet gasping and fidgety, it was impossible to tell beneath the wash of warmth, the wetness, the hardness, the scent, the weight, the taste, the-
Fluttershy snapped. With a loud cry of delight, her hind legs closed tight around the pillow and her wet hoof pressed against her lips. Many shudders went through her body, and she felt her hips pushing up and up and up, her hind hooves straining against the sheer joy of her own body. The shapes in her fantasy had all vanished, replaced by fireworks and comets and bright, bright seeds.
She came down slowly. Moving her hoof away from her mouth, she sucked in air among hitching gasps and giggles. One hind leg was slipping against the slick sheets, so she let them both slide back. Her hips touched the wet spot beneath her, but it was nowhere near as warm as her soft, favorite pillow still held tight between her thighs. And somewhere along the way, her blanket had been pulled inward, leaving her strained feathers exposed to the cool morning air.
After a long moment spent enjoying an entirely different sort of warmth, she released a sigh and opened her eyes. The sky outside had become much brighter. Long lines of reds and oranges flew from the horizon, coating any clouds in the way with a splash of heaven. Already some of the birds outside had taken flight, their forms nothing more but dark spots against the new day. On cue, the caws and clatters of her own birds rose up from the first floor. She had finished right on time.
All in all, Fluttershy thought it was a great start to the morning. With another chilling twitch, she lifted the poor pillow from its prison. She frowned at the state of it. There was more wet to it than dry spots, much of it going deep into the material, and the case had been wrinkled in deep crevasses that stretched from end to end. If the state of her pillow was any indication of her sheets, then she had just found her morning chore. Which meant she needed to go out and buy some extra laundry soap. Maybe an apple-scented one.
The thought made her laugh aloud. Why not? Even the sunrise seemed to agree with her fantasy, what with its choice of reds and oranges. With any luck, she would see both those colors again while she was in town. Plus, she realized with a sinful grin, the bright yellow was guaranteed to come later.
A few squirts of juice filled Rarity’s mouth. She released a pleased moan and reached further with her tongue, seeking a way to get more. The liquid was sweet, thick, and very addicting. Each time she got some, she was also treated to an aroma that she couldn’t quite name. It was enough to make her close her eyes as she enjoyed her lecherous act.
Beneath her, she could feel the warm and twitching mess that she was sucking dry. Gasps of pleasure - no less addicting than the juice - filled her ears. A stray hoof rubbed at her mane and along her horn, causing an excited jolt to run up her spine. The touch wasn't that pleasurable; she didn't have a very sensitive horn. But even she couldn't deny the thrill of it. It was a promise of things to come.
Rarity released a breath through her nostrils. The air brushed along a little pink nub, causing the pony beneath to shudder and squeal. Grinning, Rarity blew again, earning a second cry of delight and more mane-rubbing besides. Even more thick juice leaked out for her, gathering on her tongue. Rarity swallowed it and went deeper.
The pony she was servicing was shaking even harder. Her body inched along the sheets, pushed as she was by Rarity’s quest for more of her, until her head began to pass beyond the edge of the bed they were sharing. She let it fall over, the sensation of seeing the world upside-down doing wonders for her pleasure. For now, she wasn’t anywhere she could describe. She could only feel, and it made her moan even louder.
Rarity paused, pulled back for a breath, then clamped her mouth over the juicy flower again. Her tongue slowed down from its previous pace. Instead, she dragged it along the pink walls of her partner, getting to know each texture. The body beneath her continued to fidget, and when she dragged her tongue along the top of the tunnel, the body lurched upward. A gleeful shriek gave way to giggling. Her little plaything was ticklish tonight.
It made Rarity crave even more. Pausing for another breath (and releasing it onto the nub to great effect), she slowly pushed her tongue inside once more, retracing her path along the top. She was only a couple seconds into her search before she found the spot that made the pony squirm. She pressed as hard as she could, covering her snout in leaking fluids in the process. Determined, she ran the very tip of her tongue along the spot.
The effect was immediate. More lurching and more pleased laughing. And yet she didn’t let up. The laughing gave way to even louder moans and stronger spasms, both of which made the juices she swallowed taste even sweeter. She continued the assault, methodically bringing her partner higher and higher, until finally she felt a pair of legs clamp around her head and the tunnel begin to flex. The loudest scream of the night filled her ears, and it was glorious.
Suddenly, there was more juice than Rarity could handle. Unable to pull away, she retracted her tongue just enough to catch as much of the fluid as she could. She lapped it up like it was the last source of water on the planet, swallowing every available drop before immediately searching for more. And she got more, one twitch at a time, for several incredible moments. All the while, the pleased pony beneath her let out a constant stream of gasps and moans and spasms.
Eventually, the legs relaxed. Rarity came up for air, making sure to get a good, long whiff of that intoxicating aroma. There was something new to it now, something electric, though that might have just been the knowledge of what she had done. Rarity ran the flat of her tongue along the outside of her new favorite treat, catching the remnants of her partner’s unclaimed juice. It was even thicker now, and stuck to the roof of her mouth. All the better; this way Rarity could enjoy the taste long afterwards.
The lack of air while she was indulging had left stars spinning across her vision. Little bright spots lazily flew along the length of her partner's little body. Following one such spark while the rest faded, she inched upward, tracing her partner’s body with her tongue until she reached the puffy mounds a little farther along. She gently licked and kissed one, earning soft coo’s and breathy gasps. Rarity could hear the smile that the pony wore in those gasps. She gave one mound a lot of attention before moving to the other, showering it with similar adoration. No doubt, this was one session that would be felt for a good while. Her lover would need time to come down.
Barely a minute later, between alternating licks and amid quieting moans, Rarity opened her eyes. She followed the form of her partner’s body up to the neck, slender and pale and a known weak point. Pulling up from the puffy mounds, Rarity slowly crawled up the short distance to her bedmate’s neckline, kissing and sucking there instead. She felt a foreleg wrap around her shoulders in a loving embrace.
Rarity felt her own burning need grow stronger. Doing her best to ignore it, she firmly bit her partner at the top of her neck. She sucked hard and long, and when she pulled off there was a very red mark that clashed with the pale coat. Rarity smirked. It was good that there was enough of her lover’s mane to cover it up. Neither of them wanted something like this getting out in public.
No, this activity was reserved for behind closed doors. She leaned back in to lick the mark.
Rarity heard a heavy sigh next to her. “Hey,” a soft voice said, “help me back up.”
With a smile, Rarity pushed herself back. She pulled her partner along, helping her to get into a better spot on the bed. Rarity got a good look at her face in the process: there was a massive blush on the pony’s cheeks, though that could easily have been due to the blood rushing to her head. Rarity liked to think otherwise.
“Had fun?” she asked her bedfellow.
The pony only nodded. She wore a goofy grin and couldn’t hold back another satisfied sigh.
“See, darling? Didn’t I say you didn’t need magic for this?”
Another nod. “I never said you were wrong.”
“Yes, well...I hope I proved my point.” With a giggle, Rarity leaned in and kissed her partner, stealing a moan before it ever got out. She felt a tongue press against her own. The two stayed like that for a moment, until finally Rarity couldn’t ignore her own desire any longer. She pulled away, leaving the pony beneath her open-mouthed and breathless. “Care to prove yours?”
Sweetie Belle didn't reply, but the dance of excitement in her eyes was enough of an answer. With meticulous movements and another rush of ecstasy, Rarity pulled her body along until it was in just the right position for her sister to make good on her promise.
Well, she had earned it. And Rainbow Dash had made a promise. But did she have to be reminded in public?!
Rainbow Dash choked, reached out, and firmly pressed her hoof against Scootaloo's mouth before the filly could make this any more awkward. "Shh, shhh!" she hissed. "What are you doing? Not here!" She whipped her head around, scanning for anypony who might have heard too much. She noticed that Scootaloo hadn't backed away at all. Experienced little troublemaker, this one...
Satisfied that they were, in fact, alone at their table, the older pegasus withdrew her hoof and shot a glare at her companion. "You know better than to mention our agreement out in the open!" she whispered.
Scootaloo blinked again. "What? Why? Is it bad?"
"That's an understatement, Squirt. I told you to never tell anypony about this!"
"I'm not. I'm asking you." She smiled that innocent smile of hers. Gah.
"I mean when we aren't alone!"
"We've got the whole booth to ourselves." She added a tilt to her head. Oh jeez.
"Private setting, goofball! When there's no chance of anyone finding out!"
One blink. Two. A flash of understanding. "O-ohhh! So you mean when we go into your be-"
A hoof across the mouth. "Stop that!"
"Phtub whud?"
Rainbow Dash felt herself getting unseasonably warm. "That. You. Being you! Being so damn adorable!"
She felt rather than saw the mischievous grin emerge on Scootaloo's face. A fit of laughter shook the filly, to the point where she bent over the tabletop and nearly went head-first into her ice cream bowl. She moved enough for Rainbow Dash to get some of it smeared over her foreleg, which she didn't complain about purely because it helped calm her down. Rainbow would happily take a mess on top of a table than one under it.
Grimacing, she pulled back her hoof a second time, then took a moment to wipe off the creamy confection from her foreleg. "Yes. When we go there. That's what I mean."
Scootaloo looked back up and went right on laughing. Damn her cheeks, and those eyes, and the way her ears twitch. Rainbow Dash had no choice but to end their outing early. Luckily, Sugarcube Corner had a pay-at-the-counter policy, so nobody stopped them from simply walking out.
It was still early in the afternoon, but hey, it was the weekend. The two calmly walked around the corner, through a small alcove where they wouldn't be seen. Rainbow Dash then scooped up the filly, made a point to not look directly at her, spread her wings, and took flight. Normally, Scootaloo would be treated to zipping around town, but today's activity was something of a reserved one. Rainbow Dash wasted no time: she pumped air behind her in strong strokes, heading directly for her cloud home.
Rather than bother with the front door, she dove through her bedroom window. In a spectacular feat (that Scootaloo wished she had her eyes open for), Rainbow rolled as soon as she cleared the breach, expertly depositing Scootaloo onto the spread. The mare kept going, her roll moving beyond the edge of the mattress. She landed on all four hooves, kept her gaze directly ahead, and trotted stiffly into the nearby bathroom. She then promptly splashed water from the clouds onto her face.
"You felt me under you, huh?" Scootaloo's voice called.
She had. A distinct wet spot was smeared on Rainbow's chest, completely unrelated to the cloud water. I am burning up right now. When did it come to this?
Lilting laughter rang from the next room. "I-I can just make myself comfortable, here!"
"Stop thaaaaaat."
"What?"
"Being you!"
"Make meeeee."
All right. Enough was enough. Rainbow looked at herself in the mirror, convinced herself that the blush on her face was less than what it had been (it wasn't), splashed herself one more time for good measure, then bolted out of the bathroom at top speed. She tackled Scootaloo and pinned her to the blanket. "Fine." she playfully growled. "I'll make you."
Then she leaned down, closed her eyes, and shut up Scootaloo.
Their make-out sessions usually didn't last for long. Neither of them liked being teased. But Rainbow told herself that today, of all days, her playmate deserved to wait. Payback for embarrassing her so much. And so easily, she added. So she kept Scootaloo's hooves pinned down with her own as she explored the filly's teeth with her tongue.
Inevitably, Rainbow Dash's own excitement overtook her embarrassment. One heat was replaced with another, and she flushed for different reasons altogether. She felt Scootaloo's gentle giggles as they kissed, accompanied by rapid breathing and the tug of a victorious smile. It wasn't long before Rainbow gave one of her own while mid-kiss. Who was she kidding? She loved this.
But even so, Scootaloo insisted on pushing her buttons. Whenever they broke for a breath, the filly would reach up and kiss her first, pressing harder into each successive one. She knew that Rainbow Dash liked it when she fought for control. It made it all the more satisfying when the mare exerted her own. The thought made Scootaloo moan, which made Rainbow Dash moan, and by then Rainbow's patience was at its limit.
Finally pulling away for a proper breath, Rainbow opened her eyes to look down at her partner. Both were gasping and grinning, but one had victory dancing behind her eyes. That won't do at all, she thought. "What's that you got, there, Squirt?"
"Wh-what?"
Rainbow nodded upward, gesturing to nothing in particular. "That. Behind you."
Scootaloo turned her head slightly, just enough to bring one ear closer. Rainbow calmly leaned in again, this time catching the ear between her teeth. A shocked gasp escaped the filly, which was just what she wanted. On instinct, Scootaloo turned her head back and toward her shoulder. Rainbow Dash held on.
"N-nooo! Ahn! Ponies will see that!"
Rainbow Dash eased away from her nip. "Nah, they won't. It'll heal."
"What?" The victory was replaced by confusion. Excitement too, but that was a given.
"Yeah. You aren't goin' anywhere for the rest of the day, kiddo. Plenty of time to feel better."
Without another word, Rainbow dove back to the ear and gnawed harder. The filly jumped once again and let out a string of moans and hitching gasps. Even so, none of it was painful. Rainbow Dash was careful, knowing exactly how much she could do without going too far. Whether it came to breaking skin, or just breaking.
Scootaloo eventually gave in. She still flinched whenever Rainbow bit down hard, but otherwise she kept her eyes shut and enjoyed the odd mix of feelings. Front and center was the pinching pain from her ear, which mixed wonderfully with the flexing of her own pussy. Even the water dripping from Rainbow's face and mane was exciting. The extra tingles as the drops hit her forehead and swept across her eyelids were like sprinkles on a popular treat.
Rainbow Dash grinned again. She had been waiting for Scootaloo to relax. Now she could stop warming up.
With her teeth still clamped around Scootaloo's ear, Rainbow took one of her forelegs and reached down between them. She didn't need to see where she was going. She had already learned plenty of Scootaloo's contours. There was no hesitation as she touched her hoof to Scootaloo's snatch and began rubbing it in long, practiced strokes.
"N-ahh! Ahh!"
"Mm-hmm," Rainbow growled in response. She began to multitask: stroking Scootaloo's need with firm rubs while also gently tugging at her ear. The mix of pain and pleasure caused the filly to cry out louder and louder, eventually adding laughter to the equation. It also released more fluid for Rainbow to spread. She knew that Scootaloo liked it when she took control. Kid might press my buttons, but I can press hers just as hard.
The ear began to swell against Rainbow's tongue, so she pulled away and blew cool air on it. It was just more sensations for Scootaloo to delight in. Even with one leg still pinned, Scootaloo made no real attempts to fight back. She rolled a bit from side to side, trying to coax Rainbow Dash to touch her in different spots. Rainbow responded by stopping her strokes up the length only to firmly rub her across the gap. More moans filled the room.
"Ahn! O-oh, ahh! R-Rain-!"
Rainbow Dash pulled back her head to get a good, long look at her friend. She didn't let up on her rubbing. "You okay down there, Squirt?"
"Mmm! Ahh, yo-you..."
"Don't tell me you're already about to finish. We've only started!"
"Ah-ghn! Oh, I-I just- ohh!"
"Whatever, kid. Go ahead." Rainbow leaned back down and whispered into her victimized ear. "You've earned it."
And then, Wait, I haven't even seen her homework yet, how do I know she's-
"Oh-hah! Ahh, ahn-haha, ah, oh, OH, NGH!"
Small spurts of hot fluid were ejected from Scootaloo's body. Most were sent to either side of her, thanks to Rainbow's continuous rubbing. Some were caught entirely by the glorious hoof. A couple managed to sail high enough to land on Rainbow's stomach. All of them were accented by Scootaloo's tense whimpers as she sharply flinched and fidgeted. The last one wasn't forceful like the rest, but it was thicker than them and gently seeped out of her tunnel and stained the bed.
Rainbow's throat went dry, as it always did when she watched her filly friend finish. Hot. Hot, hot, hot, damn her, she's so hot when she does that.
It took a full minute before Scootaloo opened her eyes again. She stared at nothing, her head turned to the side, her body giving a few last fitful spasms. Her mouth opened and closed a few times - apparently her throat was parched, too. All of her breathing was through her nose.
"I'm waiting."
One blink. Two. Awareness surged back into the filly. She hadn't even noticed Rainbow Dash releasing her other limb. She gently rubbed the spot where she had been held down, then the swollen love bite on her ear. The sting made her wince, but it also made her flex. Not for the first time, Scootaloo wondered where Rainbow Dash learned all she knew.
The mare in question was sitting across from her. She was spread wide open, giving the filly a full, directed look at her core. One of her hooves was gently tugging at the top, while the other - noticeably stickier - was being given a thorough cleaning. Rainbow Dash licked slowly, intimately, pressing the flat of her tongue against her hoof and dragging it along, gathering as much of the cream as she could before quenching her thirst.
