The Clop Werk Files: Making Pumpkin Filling


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                                            Alright, so I was lurkin' /mlp/ today and saw this thread about OP fondling Pumpkin Cake.


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                                            16243215  Anonymous Tue Feb 11 21:21:45 2014 No.16243215


                                            Am I the only one who gets a hard on from watching Pumpkin Cake? Mmmm. I wanna change her diaper and pound her while she bounces on my dick. Writefags, get in here. Anyone else sexually attracted to Pumpkin?


                                            Sooo, I wrote a little something...

                                            I'm too far gone now.

                                            I regret nothing.

                                            Oh and uuhhh, I think it's high time I write more clop.

                                            So I'll be writing more "Clop Werk Files" They'll be one shots full of clop.

                                            Which reminds me, "Damn it Derpy" is a Clop Werk File, gonna go fix that.

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                                            >"Well, Anon? Go on, she isn't going to bite you," Mrs.Cake says while you stare down at the newborn Pumpkin Cake.

                                            >With an innocent smile on her face, Pumpkin giggles with the cutest smile on her face.

                                            >Shifting your eyes further south, you notice the diaper that needs to be changed.

                                            >So you wonder, how did you end up here? In the newborn's room getting ready to change a dirty diaper.

                                            >That'll be something to discuss later, but for now, there are some things that must be brought to attention.

                                            >You are nervous, bead of sweat rolling down your face. Why? Because you never really took care of babies, much less a filly.

                                            >You keep thinking you're going to end up breaking one for some reason, you're just paranoid in that regard.

                                            >Looking back over to the mother, you give her a forced smile.

                                            "A-are you sure? She looks like she does."

                                            >Mrs.Cake giggles, covering her mouth with a hoof.

                                            >"Trust me, she's sweet as pie, just relax. It's only a diaper changing, goodness you act like you're going to break her or something."

                                            "Heh heh, you never know and I don't remember this being in my job description as a hand in the kitchen."

                                            >Trotting over to the door, she leaves you alone with Pumkin Cake.

                                            >You exhale deeply, getting ready to change a diaper for the first time in your life.

                                            >Reaching for the waist part of the diaper, you can only manage to keep one eye open, hoping to God that there will be no watersports activity today.

                                            "How did I get here in my life?"


                                            1/???

                                            [spoiler] I would post it all at once, but I haven't written it all and I don't want the thread to die[/spoiler]


                                            >Undoing the waist part with extreme tenderness, you shield your face with the other hand just in case.

                                            >And just like that, the diaper comes loose without a hitch.

                                            >Pulling the front back toward you slowly using your index finger and thumb, you try to get a peak at what damage has been done.

                                            >The horrid smell coming from the diaper doesn't hit you as hard as you expected.

                                            >As you pull it back a little more, Pumpkin Cake laughs, her cute eyes tugging at every heart string.

                                            >Looking to your left, you find a box of filly wipes on the diaper changing table, you feel a little relieved.

                                            >But does Mrs.Cake always have to dump the dirty work on you?

                                            >Heck she left without saying another word, bitch.

                                            >To the right at your feet was a trash bin with a bag in it, waiting for you to dump the dumpage.

                                            >With skill you didn't know you had, grab her tiny hind legs to lift her up for a moment while pulling the rest of the diaper off of her.

                                            >Yet another baby giggle escapes her lips, such innocence. Too cute.

                                            >Without a second thought, you dump the diaper into the bin then grab a few filly wipes.

                                            >Looking down at her little filly bits, you freeze from a thought popping into your head.

                                            >'She's too young to remember,' your pervert mind and lack of sex says.

                                            >You shake your head to rid of the thought, while you reached to clean her up.

                                            >The disinfectant smell of the wipes coming into your nose while you rubbed around her sensitive areas.

                                            >For a brief moment, your feel your index finger prod around her anus only to have the new born filly's intact hole grip around your finger.

                                            >You had to bite your lip when thoughts of ramming into her with no pause came into your mind.

                                            >Looking at Pumpkins face, you see the red on her cheeks, her baby pupils locking onto your eyes then shift downward to your belt buckle.

                                            >Then back at you, making yet another laugh.

                                            >Erotic pedophile thoughts be gone!

                                            >With difficulty of not giving into them, you wipe around her plot with care.


                                            2/???


                                            >The sweat on your forehead is accumulating as you carry out your task.

                                            >Your fingers are no longer following tender-like protocols.

                                            >Finding yourself in a rush, you just want to get this over with and be out of here.

                                            >And finally, you finish cleaning her, but those thoughts form earlier linger.

                                            >From them lingering, your give in. It's been too long.

                                            >Your boner is gradually assuming control.

                                            >So you take a gander of your surroundings.

                                            >There's no window in the room, the door is barely ajar.

                                            >You've got plenty of filly wipes to clean up the newly planned mess.

                                            "... Fuck, she better not remember this..."

                                            >Pumpkin tilts her head at you in curiosity then beams at you.

                                            >You're not sure if she knows what's going on or not...

                                            >Making your way over to the door, you lock it.

                                            >Do a double check around the room to make sure no one will offer you a seat after this.

                                            >The whole time, Pumpkin's eyes follow you around the room.

                                            >After confirming that nothing bad will happen, you unbuckle your belt.

                                            >Turn back to the diaper changing table while your length expands the closer you got.

                                            >Wanting to waste no time, you get down to business, firstly pulling Pumpkin closer to the edge of your side of the table.

                                            >You spread her legs for her, your pole coming closer to her filly parts.

                                            >A satisfied smirk crossed your face when you teased her entrance.

                                            >Pumpkin jolts in place only for a moment, but quiets down while you rub the head of your dick up and down her honey pot.

                                            >Pre-cum smearing into it as your dick twitches from the TASTEFUL THICNKNESS.

                                            >From what you can tell, she's tight, really tight and you have every intention on loosening her before the day ends.

                                            >Prepping Pumpkin for it was every bit enjoyable and she just lied on her back letting it happen.


                                            3/???


                                            >You pull back barely then flat out lay your dick on her belly.

                                            >Pumpkin looking down at you, simply smiles, her front hooves come to it, playing with like a toy.

                                            >You push up a little more, getting as close as possible to her mouth.

                                            >Feeling her breath come down onto it's tip caused you to muffle a moan.

                                            >She keeps at it, rubbing her hooves around it in hopes to find out what it is.

                                            >But enough with the fondling.

                                            >Now comes the fun part.

                                            >Taking your time, you ease your way into her, impressed from how warm she already is.

                                            >Your hands wrap around her hind legs to keep her from fidgiting away.

                                            >Her face only shows that's she's not pleased, but feeling her slick inside walls being so narrow to where it just clamps down on you, well...

                                            >You don't care how she feels.

                                            "Unf~"

                                            >Pushing forward into her, you wince from her being almost too tight for you.

                                            >Pumpkin is starting to tear, but you don't pay much attention to it.

                                            >You continue thrusting in hopes to impale her with the entirety of your cock.

                                            >Only to stop half way from something blocking your path.

                                            >Fuck, you forgot about the hymen.

                                            >With gratitude, and not giving a fuck, you barge right in with a brutal slam.

                                            >In response, Pumpkin screams in pain, a sinking feeling emerges in your gut, yet her screaming is music to your ears.

                                            >You're too far gone.

                                            >Chances are you're going to get caught.

                                            >Might as well enjoy it.

                                            >You pull out again, only to pound back in, the friction grinding along the length and tip of your member causing a very potent amount of pleasure.

                                            >Grasping her legs in a tight squeeze, you bring her to you, her tears sprouting out of her eyes.

                                            >The sad frown on her face is a turn on to you thanks to your perverted mind.

                                            >Before long, you hear a knock at the door, you face the door still pelvic thrusting like a champ.

                                            >"Anonymous?" Mrs.Cake asks. "Is everything okay?"

                                            4/???


                                            "Uuuuh, yeah, yeah, she's just being a little difficult right now."

                                            >"Oh... do you need me to come in there?"

                                            "No! That won't be necessary! I've got this!"

                                            >"Alright, call me if you need anything."

                                            >You hear her hoovesteps leaving the door.

                                            >You look at the newborn anger in your eyes.

                                            "Why you little bitch, you almost got me caught!"

                                            >She keeps crying.

                                            >It was at this time where you decided to give her something to cry about.

                                            >Pulling out yet again, you aim for a different target.

                                            >Another smirk on your face when you see her sweet little anus cleaned and untampered with.

                                            >Time to change that.

                                            >Swiftly, you turn her over on her belly.

                                            >Pumpkin decided she was going to crawl her way out of this.

                                            >You had different plans.

                                            >Now grabbing her by her tail, you drag her toward you, her left side of her flank brushing up against your pole.

                                            >You readjust yourself to where you are able to push your dick into.

                                            >Rubbing your head in a circle motion around her filly rump hole.

                                            >Slowly, you enter her, causing a painful expansion to the little thing.

                                            >The way she contracted around your lance was practically inviting you to fuck her.

                                            >After trying your best to stop at the hilt, you take your time savoring this moment.

                                            >Then your come out of her, leaving only your shaft's head in, enjoying the wamrth.

                                            "So...tight. MMF~!"

                                            >You ram into her, your balls making a loud, wet smack against her entrance.

                                            >Each hump into her rear end brought you closer to what you're trying to achieve.

                                            >Pumpkin's shouts get louder, even though you should be worried, the mindless lust you're experiencing simply tells you to give a fuck later.

                                            >Your grunts get louder as well as you got closer to cumming.

                                            >Yet another knock at the door is barely heard from so much noise in the room.

                                            >You engage your cum face, ready to unload your jizz.

                                            >"Anon? What are you doing to Pumpkin?!"

                                            "Everything is fine! I swear!"

                                            5/???


                                            >"No that's it, I'm coming!"

                                            "UNF SO AM I!"

                                            >Finally, you pump your load of hot cum into Pumpkin's little bum.

                                            >Pulling out, your pecker still spurts out huge loads its mucus in a violent manner, coating the bottom half of Pumpkin.

                                            >Wrapping a hand around your dick, you use it's head rub your cream into her fur, silencing your moans and you're still half heartedly humping.

                                            >You feel your boner die down a little, your moment of pleasure coming to an end quickly.

                                            >You hunch your back slightly while exhaling.

                                            >Then you remembered that there was something you should be worried about, but you forgot.

                                            >"ANON WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

                                            >Oh...right...

                                            >Welp, you're fucked.


                                            I-... I'll go to my corner now...