This is CamoBadger's submission to the challenge I set between us. The theme is alicorn clop and was spawned from an idea we made together.
Consulting him, he was happy that I would offer to let him use the cloptacular to host his story and so on his behalf I am.
You can find his fimfic profile here.
Original G.doc link can be found here.

The smell of cooked ozone and fresh blood filled the air around you and your comrades as the fire came to a halt after only a minute. The less-than-recognizable bodies of the raider band who had decided you looked like a target slumped lifelessly out windows and over rubble in the street, while a few of them painted the wall where they used to stand and not much else.

“So they are that stupid,” a sweet voice crackled through your helmet’s radio. “I guess you lose, Sugar.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumble in response to the mare. You knew the bet was stupid to make; after all, everyone knew raiders were idiots by nature. But winning wasn’t the point of the bet; it was just an easy way to have dinner with your skinny squad mate. And by that, you really mean buy her a dinner, and knowing her tastes, it would end up costing half your monthly rations.

“I think I’ll get the radigator,” she commented and turned around in your peripheral, the barrel of her incinerator still smoking and slightly red from the sustained fire. “I hope they make it like Ma used to.”

“As if there’s more than one way to make it,” a larger stallion, Butcher Block, commented roughly. “If you don’t grill it, it’s not real ‘gator.”

“Brahminshit,” Seafoam argued as you turned to continue the patrol with your team. “Ma used to wrap it up in foil and throw it on the fire. Tasted at least ten times better than grilled!”

“No it didn’t,” Butcher persisted. “You just thought it did because you didn’t know any better.”

“Are you saying my Ma didn’t know how to cook?”

“Hey, can it,” you quickly break in over the radio to both of them. “You can argue about how to cook back at base, but for now we have a job to do.”

“And that is?” Butcher growled back to you and fell back into line at the back of your team.

“The same thing it always is, numbskull.”

You quickly kicked Seafoam in the back of the leg to silence her, but more playfully than if it had been Butcher. After all, you wouldn’t want to ruin your chances with her later that night. “No. This time we’re checking out what caused the explosion last night.”

It hadn’t been a big one, you remembered, but it was still enough to worry the Elder about what might have caused it. With luck, it was just that some stupid raider had stumbled onto a stash of grenades and wanted to play with them, or someone set off an excessively large trap on some building in the city. Either way, your team needed to find out what it was and, if necessary, make sure it didn’t happen too close to home.

“Oh come on, really?” the mare in front of you asked and stamped her armored hooves dramatically. “This is a recruit job!”

“You want to trust a job involving explosives to those scrubs?” Butcher pointed out. “They’d probably end up blowing themselves up.”

“Well yeah, but still. Why would they send us?”

“Because I was the first team leader the Elder bumped into this morning,” you point out and recall the awkward exchange in the bunker’s showers; or if you were more inclined to be literal, the buckets of rusty water the recruits collected for bathing every night.

“Sounds right,” the big stallion at the back commented.

“This is why you should sleep in more, Boss.” Seafoam turned to walk sideways and look at you for a moment, and you could practically see the smirk over her lips. “It would result in fewer shit jobs.”

“It would also result in me missing the hottest meals,” you point out to the notoriously long-sleeping mare. “Besides, it’s better this than sitting around cleaning the armory for another week.”

She turned back to the road ahead and slumped a little before going back to what she was supposed to be doing – keeping an eye out for ambushes or other threats. And even in the thick and completely unshapely armor, her rear looked fantastic. Maybe it was because you’d gotten plenty of looks at it over the years you’d been working together, so it was burned into your mind despite the metal plating in front of you.

You quickly pushed the thoughts of Seafoam’s body out of your mind and returned to your duty as team-leader. After a quick scan of the towering buildings on either side of you for enemies lurking in windows or doorways, your helmet lit up with the blue glow of a strip-map for the mission. It wasn’t the most detailed thing ever with how small of an area it had to fill and still let you see all of it, but it did the job. Aside from the usual buildings and known hazards marked along the planned patrol route, it also communicated with your teammates armor and put them in their appropriate places in front of and behind you, so if someone got separated, you could find them rather easily.

The last point marked was the estimated location of the night’s explosion, but you knew it was off by at least a few hundred meters. From where the bunker was, there was no way the scribes could have gotten it right on, but at least they had a general area. Unfortunately, the area marked was large enough that it would take at least an hour for the team to check everywhere for the blast area.

“I’ve got movement, one o’clock,” Seafoam suddenly blurted through the radio.

The map in your helmet disappeared in an instant and was replaced with a crosshair that scanned everywhere your eyes turned, along with the rifles on either side of your body. The mare in front of you had frozen in the street, her eyes still looking for whatever she had seen or maybe even watching it from a distance to decide if it was hostile or not.

“Rear arc clear,” Butcher confirmed behind you and was doubtlessly continuing to watch his sector like a good soldier.

“Sea, any idea what you saw?” you asked quietly and spun slowly on your hooves to check the buildings all around your team. A thought niggled at the back of your mind that you shouldn’t be stopped in the middle of the road, that it was just asking to be ambushed, but then again you were Rangers. Raiders didn’t have much to punch through your armor, so really you shouldn’t be that worried.

Except that you were looking for some kind of explosive, which meant somebody had them.

“It looks like a single pony. No armor, big though,” she informed you. “I don’t think they’re any threat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hold on.” A moment passed of the mare tilting her head around in random directions, most likely looking around for a weapon of some kind or at least signs of a trap. “Yes, I’m sure. They’re unarmed, and I don’t see any friends.”

“Roger, let’s keep moving then.”

The mare stood back up and continued onward, and you swapped out the crosshair for a map yet again. You were close to the edge of your search area; then the fun would start. Hopefully not too much fun, just enough to keep you from going stir-crazy along with the two ponies under your command. Not that stir-crazy couldn’t be fun, but it generally ended with taking way too long to finish a mission and doing things that would generally be considered ‘inappropriate for mission behavior’. Like playing golf with radroaches or betting on who could jump the highest in their armor.

“Contact front!”

The map disappeared again and the crosshair returned just in time to watch an old chariot slam into Seafoam. In an instant, you jumped over to the tangled pile of metal and tried to pry the mare out. “Sea, are you alright?” you quickly asked and scanned the direction the cart came from to find whoever or whatever had thrown it.

“I… I think so,” the mare replied woozily and started to push away the formerly-golden chariot.

“Good, now get up and-”

“Incoming,” Butcher shouted over you and Seafoam just as an explosion rocked the ground a few meters from you.

You quickly stood and ran as fast as the armor would allow you to reach a nearby pile of trash that would give at least some cover, while the armored mare stayed behind the cart rather than continuing to get away from it.

“Who the hell is over there?” you asked both of them, hoping someone had seen whoever our attacker was.

“One pony, big, didn’t see much else,” Butcher replied and leaned around the corner where he was taking cover.

“Only one?” you asked in disbelief and started scanning the area for a target. “Get a better count next time Butcher.”

“I know how to count, and there’s one!” he yelled back, not bothering to use the armor’s radios anymore. As a result, his voice was louder from the amplifier, but it sounded like he was trapped in a giant tin can. Which you supposed wasn’t completely inaccurate.

“Just shut up and shoot the bitch,” Seafoam screamed and finally managed to get up and look over the cart with her incinerator.

That was probably the only turn off you could find in the mare; her very, very short temper. Especially in a fight, all you had to do was hit her once or get close and she went off like a bomb. Generally a good thing to scare the enemy and make sure she didn’t hesitate, but she’d done more than one stupid thing while pissed off in a fight.

“I see it,” the mare yelled and opened fire, blasting balls of hellfire down the street and into a building that used to be a fire station. You barely caught sight of a green body crouched at the entrance before the balls started landing right on it, toasting whoever it was without even a little effort.

A little too easy, you thought to yourself and stood up to return to the team. At least now you knew what the explosion was. “Good shooting, Sea,” you complimented the mare and started walking toward her when Butcher suddenly fell to the street.

“She’s still up!” he shouted and laid low.

You turned your head back to where the green body used to be just in time to see a green bubble disappear and a cluster of balls launch through the air straight at Seafoam.

No, your mind screamed and forced you to start moving toward her, but knew you would never make it in time. The cluster slammed against the mare and time seemed to stop for a moment as you instinctively planted your hooves to stop, more dedicated to survival than pointless heroics.

The world lit up as the grenades exploded only a few meters away, sending out a blast wave that would have launched you through the air and probably killed you if you weren’t a walking tank. Unfortunately, all the armor in the world couldn’t have saved Seafoam, and you knew it wouldn’t save you if you didn’t kill the bitch who just murdered your squad mate.

You could have sworn the world disappeared, all except for the street you were on and the green son of a bitch at the end of it. Even Butcher seemed to disappear into the edges of what you saw, and you barely even registered his voice shouting to you over the din of rage and aftershock from the explosion.

All you could see was the pony you wanted to kill as she stood up and revealed her fully body for the first time. Tall, skinnier than was probably healthy, and with…

Wings and a horn…

You vaguely managed to recall a rumor from one of the radio-operators back at base, one who claimed he had heard a Ranger from another chapter calling for backup against a pony with wings and a horn. Of course, it was denied because it was obviously a trick to lure out more Rangers into an attack. Nobody believed it, and there was absolutely no reason to. Just a rumor, nothing else.

Except apparently it wasn’t.

It didn’t matter, she still killed Seafoam, she still had to die. The crosshair of your rifles settled in the center of the monster’s chest, and your tongue slammed down on the trigger at the front of your helmet. A stream of shots from the dual assault rifles flew down the street and into the pony, at least they almost did. As soon as you started shooting, a bubble of green magic materialized around the pony and stopped every shot you took, stopping them in place and dropping them harmlessly to the ground.

“Flank her,” you shouted to Butcher Block despite it being a better idea to use the radio. You just hoped the thing ahead of you didn’t hear you, or at least that she didn’t understand what that meant.

In a moment of clarity to ensure he listened, you glanced over to see him run through a building in an attempt to get alongside her and put the monster in a crossfire. Meanwhile, you fired off another burst, and grumbled at the shield rising up once again to stop the assault.

Beside her, another cluster of orbs floated into sight and launched into the air. You kicked off to one side and ran, barely getting away from the barrage of explosives just as they rattled into the street and blew another hole in the already devastated city. When you spun to face her again, you were greeted with the sight and sound of Butcher’s thumping cannon launching a stream of grenades into your attacker.

They didn’t do any better against the shield. Even the explosive force of a grenade machinegun barely phased the mare, only serving to blow apart a chunk of the firehouse she was hiding in. And that gave you an idea.

Thinking a little this time, you called to Butcher over the radio. “Keep her pinned down and tear apart the lower level,” you ordered confidently. “Bring the building down on that bitch.”

“Happily,” he growled back and unleashed another volley of firepower into her shield.

With the monster distracted, you sprinted as quickly as the armor would take you to a wrecked delivery trailer up the street, then to a half-destroyed wall that had fallen from an old apartment complex. With each burst of grenade fire, you pushed further up the street, getting closer and closer to the murdering bitch.

“How fucking strong is that thing?” Butcher asked through the radio during one of the lulls in his shooting.

“No idea,” you replied from a crouched position behind a fallen billboard. “Just keep shooting, I’m almost there.”

On cue, another symphony of thumping grenades echoed through the abandoned buildings on either side of the street, and you made the last push up to the stone “Manehatten Fire Department” sign. When the explosions stopped, you popped around the corner and took aim at the pony just as her shield fell. The smirk over her face was infectious, even after it fell in slow motion at the sight of your guns trained on her head.

Gunshots tore through the air at her and the look of horror covering her face. She dropped to the ground like a sack of bricks just before the bullets reached her, losing one ear tip and gaining a nasty gash over the left cheek. You swore under your breath at the speed she moved, but at least knew she could be hit.

The wonderful sound of Butcher’s cannon filled the air again, and you ducked behind cover just in time to avoid the impacts. But the explosions never came.

You looked around the corner to see a very pissed off pony standing up again, her horn glowing violently with a stream of grenades held up in front of her. There was no way she could do that, just catch them in mid-air. No unicorn could do that, even one with wings.

Without warning, the grenades launched back at the window where Butcher was providing over watch, and the entire floor blasted outward in a shower of stone and old brick.

You screamed and turned to the monster, firing both rifles as fast as you could into her shield despite knowing they would never break through. After only a few more seconds, both clicked onto empty chambers, but you didn’t care. Your tongue jammed the trigger as far forward as it would go while she smirked down to you from behind the bubble. Her green eyes glowed venomously, and suddenly you felt weightless. Your hooves rose ever so slightly from the ground, and before you knew what was happening, your head crashed through the sign.

You turned your eyes up to the monster in front of you, and suddenly her shield flickered with a soft groan. You cocked your brow at the sight of her shield flickering until it faded away, all the while the mare seemed to be struggling to walk straight. Maybe your attack had done more than you thought?

Suddenly, you flew backwards and crashed through a wooden cart, slamming your head into the street jarringly despite the helmet. Even injured, it seemed that the monster was dedicated to killing you before she fell. You rolled to your hooves and turned to face her, glad to see her still stumbling around and… moaning?

In the absence of another attack, you started walking toward her with a new limp and the sound of grinding metal on your right side. Damn thing managed to damage your armor with that last toss; just another reason to kill her. You managed to reach her quivering form, and raised a hoof to smash across her face. You dropped it with all the force you could muster, mentally picturing her head squishing against your hoof with a gooey crunch, but only heard what almost sounded like a rubbery smack. The shield was back up.

You growled and pulled your hoof back for another strike, but instead launched into the air in a green glow. It wasn’t far, maybe only three meters, but the fall back down still did a number on your armor. Your display flickered and died, but not before countless alarms and flashing warnings filled the helmet. You were a sitting duck.

The monster trotted over to you and looked down with a strange glare; both murderous and yet admiring. It didn’t make any sense, but you didn’t care to think on it. You were about to die, just like the rest of your team.

But rather than throw you around or magically turn you into pulp like you expected, the pony over you bit her lip and groaned in a very specific way.

Are you getting off on this? you thought angrily and wished she would just kill you already. It was bad enough to die, but to die to a sadistic creep? That was just low.

Unexpectedly, your helmet was torn off and thrown down the street granting you a breeze and a breath of fresh air. And a lot of confusion, but not as much confusion as when her lips aggressively sealed against yours.

It wasn’t until then that you realized her tail was practically straight up, and her wings were flaring and folding rhythmically in time with her labored breaths as if she was... Suddenly, she pulled away and her horn glowed again. One by one, bits of your cracked armor started to peel away from your body, replaced by a gentle tingling of magic against your coat.

With each removed piece, your body tensed in preparation to pounce on her the moment you were free, and you started planning your strikes. You knew you had to hit the horn first, to stop her from throwing you again; especially now that you were without armor. Next, probably the throat to stun her and break her trachea, ensuring she would die even if she managed to get away from you. Yes, she would die as soon as you were free.

Before your legs were free, a glow of magic yanked away the codpiece of your armor, and for a moment you panicked. But only for a moment before the warm touch of her magic shrouded your exposed genitals. You hissed slightly at the touch and tried to ignore how good it felt, fighting desperately to keep your mind on killing her and not that.

Soon, her magic was replaced by the rough yet gentle touch of her feathered wings stroking you, each fiber tickling your most sensitive parts and making it very difficult not to think about other things, things that you would rather not do with the monster over you. Her wing rubbed back and forth with the rhythm of her breaths, and while she continued pulling of your armor, she pressed her lips against yours again.

You could feel your stallionhood pushing out of its sheath and twitching happily with the touch of her feathers on your skin, threatening to break any will you had to resist her. Against your better judgment, you slipped your tongue through her lips before you could think about doing otherwise; natural urges were winning out over the desire to end her life.

In one last attempt to fight back and stop your smaller and more powerful mind from taking over, you swung one free hoof up into her chest. But it never made contact. Her magic wrapped around the limb and started sensually massaging it where it was suspended inches away from her. In return for the attempted strike, her teeth clenched down on your tongue, just enough for it to hurt but not draw any blood.

Your body spasmed at the hurt, but it quickly faded into the sensation down south. She picked up the pace of her stroking and released your tongue, looking down at you with a vicious need. At that moment, you caught the faint and instantly recognizable scent of her arousal in your nose, and the thoughts of murder flew to the back of your brain. Fuck it, if she wanted it this bad, you could kill her afterwards.

The last of your will broke down, and you thrusted your head up to bite her lip and pull her back down to you, an action that ripped a groan of pain and satisfaction from her clenched teeth. The soft touch of her wing pulled back from your fully erect member as she worked to reposition herself over you, apparently deciding that she didn’t need to convince you further. But that wasn’t what you had in mind.

You yanked your muzzle away from hers and sprung up, tackling the mare and pinning her on her back. The pony gasped and started to fight back, but you jammed her hooves to the street under yours with a dominant smirk. She struggled for another moment before accepting your decision, but still defiantly reaching up to yank your ear down between her teeth.

Instinctively, you started rocking your hips to rub your cock between her lips, but only found the touch of soft belly hair. Her size hadn’t struck you until then, but that did little to deter the thoughts that if you were going to do this, you were going to be in charge; and it seemed that she didn’t mind that at all. Somewhat painfully, you pulled your ear out of her mouth and wiggled down to line yourself up with her glistening marehood, quickly returning to the gentle rock of your hips.

The slick warmth of her lips cradled the underside of your cock, sending ripples of pleasure through your body as she squirmed slightly at the new feeling, her hot breath brushing gently against the tips of your ears before she reached down to grab one again. Expecting a nibble or a full bite, you were surprised to feel her lips gently sucking on it instead; something that was a bit weird, but still melded pleasantly with the warmth already spreading from your nethers.

Her quivering flanks pressed against your hips and the big pony hooked her back legs around your rump, pulling her hips to rock in unison with yours. At this, you pushed your hips back as far as you could and lined yourself up with her love passage, and stopped with the tip of your cock pressing teasingly against her plump lips. Her legs squeezed against your rear, fighting to push you inside her depths. After a few more seconds of teasing your distraught partner, you slammed yourself into her with a growl.

Her teeth clamped down on your ear with a hum of pain and pleasure from both of you, and this time you could feel the warmth of blood starting to trickle into her mouth. Not granting her a moment to compose herself, your hips rocked back to pull almost half your length away from her velvet walls before thrusting back into her, causing the mare to bite down harder and squeeze you between her flanks. Again you pulled back and pushed in until you picked up a quick and rough rhythm, each time getting another somewhat painful nip on your ear.

With each thrust, her walls squeezed around your cock, filling your body with waves of pleasure that seemed to slowly melt away the desire for killing. Her hips bucked against yours each time you entered her moist passage, slapping your bodies together in a song of moans and labored breath. After each push into her depths, the mare’s lithe body writhed with pleasure and soon her teeth released your ear to gape in pleasure.

Your cock started to twitch more frequently, and a pressure built up in your loins reached its breaking point. You couldn’t last much longer and picked up your pace, receiving a squeal of ecstasy from the not-so-monstrous pony squirming happily underneath you. Her velvet walls clamped down around your penis with a second squeal, releasing a flow of her sweet fluid over your thighs and balls. The sudden burst of warmth and the sensation of her vagina trying to milk your cock pushed you over the edge, and the pressure between your legs released in a flood of your own fluids to meet hers.

The mare panted with each gush of your seed, and she squeezed her lips wantonly against yours. After a few moments of passionate kissing, you gently slid your flaccid member out from between her glistening lips, letting out a dribble of your mixed fluids to flow down between her plump cheeks.

Still melting in the afterglow of orgasm, the mare slid out from under you and pulled you into a gentle embrace while her breathing returned to normal, not seeming to care about the mess forming between her legs. Stuck in the moment, you eagerly wrapped your hooves around her waist and pulled her in close, basking in the warmth of her belly and chest, no matter how short lived it was.

As if knowing what you had planned before agreeing to her horizontal tango, the mare’s horn lit up and lifted you out of the embrace. Your teeth clenched together at the sensation of weightlessness once again taking you, as well as the returning desire to crush her body into dust. Even after the very welcome reprieve from those feelings, they were strong as ever, and you’d missed your chance. With a sweet smile, the big pony lifted you up into a third story window and set you down gently before turning and walking off down the street.

A fire lit in your eyes as she walked away, and for a moment you completely forgot about the few minutes you’d just shared with the mare, and completely forgot why you had done it at all instead of just killing her.

A block down the road, the alicorn turned and blew you a little kiss before unfurling her wings and taking to the sky of Manehatten, leaving you alone to roil in your own rage and regret.

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