Author's Notes:

If you’re not a fan of clop, and you’re really missing out if that’s the case, then you can skip the prologue. All you really need to know from it is the narrator’s in heat and her buckfriend goes in without protection after she promises to abort if she conceives.

If you are a fan of clop, enjoy!

“You know what they call bucks who use the pull-out method? Fathers.”

A crescent moon and sparse few stars were the only witnesses to the sin-smelling room, peeking in through an open window; voyeurs of our sexual escapade. A warm, summer night breeze wafted through the room, doing nothing to stem the flames of fertility that danced up and down my tingling spine.

His tongue, like moist velvet, traced up me again, digging deeper into my dripping slit. I shivered with a moan as his tongue played with my clit, my tail kinking up even further and back arching from the cunnilingus.

“Mm, Cloud Poker!” I gasped out his name as he retracted to lap at my dripping slit. Beneath my hindquarters, one of his hooves stroked over my belly and teats, massaging the nubs with the tip of his hoof.

“Almost at the home stretch, lovely?” he asked, retracting his muzzle from my burning nethers. I opened my mouth, but he gave me no time to reply as he dove back in with renewed vigor, finding and pressing into my sweet spot with his tongue, stroking my undercarriage with his hoof.

I lasted another good minute before I finally went over the edge, a rush of endorphins blasting the world around me into nothing but pure, orgasmic bliss.

Inhaling sharply, my hind lips clamped down around his tongue as I came, trying to milk him of every last drop of his non-existent seed. He took the time to wiggle his trapped organ around, continuing to tickle my love tunnel as I let my legs give out from under me, collapsing with a sigh as I rode out the pulsating waves of orgasm that wracked my very core.

I felt his tongue, giving me a few more tastes, leave me as my slit unclenched, freeing him from its iron grip. He collapsed beside me with a sigh, planting a warm peck on my cheek and stroking my back with a wing.

Turning my head to him, a small smile gracing my lips, I met his own lips with mine, tasting myself on him as he no doubt tasted what remained of him on my own.

“Was it everything you ever wanted?” Cloud Poker grinned as he settled on his side, the cloud bed beneath us making soft, fluffy noises.

“It was good,” I said, glancing downwards as I felt something hard and fleshy poking into my flank. Not surprisingly, his little dining session had left him fully aroused.

“Heh, s-sorry,” he muttered, cheeks flushing as he made to scoot back and let it subside.

But before he could move, I had the flat head of Pokey junior in my forehoof, keeping him still. With a slow rhythm that elicited a grin from him, I began stroking him with the frog of my hoof.

“It was good for you too, I see,” I said, meeting him with half lidded eyes as I felt his shaft twitch under the guide of my hoof.

“Ooh, yes,” he moaned, bringing our lips together again as I sped up my hoof.

Rolling onto my own side, I brought one of my hind hooves up to assist in helping get him off. He groaned into my mouth, tongue sliding in and dancing with mine as both hooves began to play with his erection. Unconsciously or not, he softly bucked his hips in tune with my strokes, pressing himself harder into me as I brought him closer to climax.

“Oh, Healthy Skies!” he moaned my name as he pulled our lips apart before diving back in. I continued to stroke his massive member, coaxing him further and further along as he bucked to the tune of my strokes, sucking at me with his mouth.

With a sudden gasp, he pulled his lips from mine, arching his neck up with a grimace as he went off, letting me lean forth to suckle at his neck as his warm seed was emptied onto the bed between us, soaking into the already filthy cloud-blankets.

He brought his head back down to trade happy nuzzles, tired eyes looking ready for sleep. However, fatigue sat at the back of my mind. I wasn’t quite ready just yet.

Fire still coursed through me. Though dampened, the estrus-induced heat burning within me continued to dance through my body, telling me to take this gloriously sexy stallion and make him rut me till night’s end to fill my womb with a foal.

Flipping back onto my belly and whisking my tail to one side, I turned to my love with my best pair of bedroom eyes. It didn’t seem to register for a few moments, the spark of recognition in his eyes taking a few extra moments to light up.

“We really shouldn’t,” he replied, eyes darting from my flank to face.

“If only somepony hadn’t lost his pack of condoms,” I sniped back, accusingly.

“My roommate took them!” Cloud Poker retorted unhappily, rolling onto his back and resting his forehooves over his chest. He opened his mouth as if to further plead his innocence, but promptly shut it.

“And who’s fault is that?” I grumbled, considering for a moment before replying. I really wanted something a little more than a bit of oral sex to cut back the raging hormones, “Well how about I let you in raw?”

“You’re in heat, lovely,” he replied simply, still staring at the ceiling, “and—”

“No birth card, I know, I know,” I retorted with a groan before trying again, “But I’m already at the tail end of my cycle, the chances of me conceiving are practically zero!”

Cloud Poker was quiet for a time, throwing an occasional glance back down my body. I knew he could smell the scent of my heat, seducing him on a chemical level.

“I...you’re okay with aborting...if you do conceive?” he turned to me, looking suddenly dead serious. He didn’t need to remind me that an unlawful birth, one without a proper card, was an immediate felony offense.

“I thought that was obvious,” I replied, nonchalant, “It’s not like I won’t be able to have another once we finally fill out a marriage contract.”

“Y-yeah…” he said, trailing off, still staring at the ceiling.

I waited in silence, expecting more out of him. But when it became obvious he wasn’t going to continue, I spoke up again, “C’mon! I fucking need this, Pokerface! We forgot the protection this one time, I’ll bring a couple with me next season,” I frowned, “or is it because the abortion thing? Look, Lilac had to abort last season and she’s perfectly fine! There’s an Abortion Corporation building right down the street from me.”

His chest caved in as he let out a sigh, “You promise me?”

“By the wind,” I muttered with a shake of my head, “Are you trying to find an excuse not to rut a mare in heat?” I asked, “What are you, gay?”

He turned to me with a serious look.

“I promise,” I sighed, “On the off chance I conceive, I’ll abort it, happy?”

Leaning forwards, he gave me a quick kiss before standing. I could already see his growing girth as he moved around behind me.

“Happy,” he agreed.

Footnote: Healthy Skies’ S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength= 4

Perception= 7

Endurance= 4

Charisma= 6

Intelligence= 7

Agility= 6

Luck= 6