She's got a Bubbly Personality (CLOP)

>You are Anonymous who happens to be in Equestria. Settling into Ponyville was easy enough. The ponies are a very trusting bunch. You quickly became friends with the Apple family. The friendly and sociable Applejack and Applebloom were a delight to be around, and the calm and stoic Big Mac really helped you become a functioning member of Ponyville society. He was able to talk to a few shop owners around town. He vouched you were an excellent worker, which you really weren’t. But you became one just to not let the big guy down. Working in Time Tuner’s clock shop was a very tedious and meticulous job, but it paid the bills.
>So, you and Big Mac become close friends awfully fast. He was, in a way, your tour guide around Ponyville.
>And one of the best and worst stops on these tours.
>The bar.
>Big Mac was shy and quiet. Too shy and quiet for his own good.
>But once he got a little tipsy, he because a rude womanizing asshole who was a blast to watch from the other side of the bar.
>Repressed memories? Perhaps memories of his dad before he passed.
>Tonight. Tonight is one of those nights.
>The Winking Mare, one of Ponville’s bigger casual bars. Conversations and get-togethers are more common here than drinking. Of course, there’s always this one jerk that has to get blasted and ruin everyone’s fun.
>And Big Mac was his name, tonight.

>The bar itself was rather small in square footage, but made up for it with being three stories tall. The first story was all about the bar itself. Aside from the bar and all the drinks behind it, tables were arranged throughout the room and along the sides. The walls were a paneled with a golden oak color, with candle lamps hanging over every table on the sides and one over the entrance. Tables were the same color as the walls, as were the seats, but with a warm green cushion. The second floor was a large rec room with more tables, a pool table, karaoke stage, and a radio for when the big Hoofball game is on. The third floor are rooms for rent.
>Right now, you sat at one of the tables on the first floor. You were on your second mug of beer.
>Big Mac was on his eighth.
>Fucker could drink gallons of the stuff.
>And he was blitzed.
>He sat across from you, looking lazily around the room with his mouth mindlessly agape.
>When he sees two mares sitting at the bar, his eyes widen.
>”Uhnnng.”
“What’s that? You found your target, boy?”
>”Anon…” He turns to you. “See those mares?”
>He points a hoof to the bar where two mares are chatting. One yellow with a poofy orange mane, the other gray with a smooth yellow mane.
“Yeah-huh.”
>”I wan’ the yellow one.”
“Then go get ‘er.” You mock him as he were a dog before taking another sip of beer.

>”But, she’s not alone.”
“Then get them both. I don’t give a shit.”
>”No, no. You don’t understand.” He gestures you to get in close, and you comply.
>”I only want to sleep with the one who isn’t a retard.” His breath reeks as his words wash over you.
“Eugh,” You back off. “And which one would that be.”
>”The gray one.”
>You look to the couple again. They seem normal. They’re carrying a normal conversation with what sounds like no issue. Is Big Mac hallucinate-
>The gray pony turns your direction for a moment, giving you that single second to see how horribly cocked her eyes are.
“Ooooh. So what are you going to do?”
>”… Wingpony.”
“No.”
>”Yes.”
“No. Not again.”
>”Too bad. I helped you get settled into Equ-“
“Aaaaargh, finefinefinefine! There’s going to be a day where I won’t let you hold that above me, though.”
>”Doubt it. Okay, so when the orange mare gets up to use the restroom, you move in on the gray one.”
“… Hmph.”
>”Oh, oh! She’s going now! You have three minutes!”
>As the orange one enters the mare’s restroom, you get up from your seat and sneak up to the gray one.
“Hey there!”
>”Oh!” She jumps in surprise, her pupils moving further away from each other. Then she smiles. “Hi! You’re Anonymous! I always her Rainbow Dash talking about you!”
“Rainbow…” You snap your fingers. “Right! Applejack’s friend, right?”
>”Yeah, I think!”
“That’s great. I hear a lot of nice things about Rainbow Dash. So, anyway, I’ve been making it a habit of getting to know everyone around Ponyville and I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here.” You extend a hand. “Name’s Anonymous.”

>She clumsily bumps a hoof against the tip of your fingers.
>”My name’s Ditzy Doo! But my friends like to call me Derpy, because sometimes I’m clumsy, hehehe.”
>You chuckle along with her.
“So, what do you do around Ponyville?”
>”Me? I do just about anything! One time I helped ponies move, another times I was a mailmare, then I was a merchandiser at the grocery store, and then I sold melons at a market stall. Hehe…” She nervously rubs the back of her head. “ I… lost all of those jobs because I kept dropping things.”
>You shrug and give her a smirk.
“All you need to do is find a job that allows you to be a little more destructive, is all. Have you ever thought about the weather crew? They spend the entire day bursting clouds and stuff.
>”No, I tried. They say my eyes aren’t good enough.” Her expression depresses and she looks down at her empty mug.
>You’re playing wingman here, and what you’re about to do is exactly what you’re supposed to do, but you can’t help but feel bad for this mare. Whether you drop the act or not, you’re doing this.
“How about I buy you a drink or two?”
>”… Thank you.”
>You signal the bartender and order Ditzy a dark beer. Nothing too strong. Just to take the edge off, because that’s all you need.
>Momentarily, the drink is set in front of her, and she immediately downs a fourth of the mug.
>”Aaah. Good stuff.”
>You look to the clock mounted on the wall.
>Two minutes. Shit.
>Fuck Big Mac for making you work so fast.

“So how long have you lived in Ponyvile?”
>”I dunno.”
“Huh?”
>”I keep moving to Cloudsdale and back. Wherever work takes me, I guess. I miss my friends whenever I move, but I always visit them as much as I can!”
“So which do you like more?”
>”I like them both so much, I can’t decide!”
“Alright, tell me what you like about both of them!”
>She sharply inhales with excitement.
>”Okay! I like Ponyville because the ponies are nice and it’s really pretty and I have friends here and no matter what I do, everyone still likes me!”
>She takes a second to breathe before continuing.
>”And I like Cloudsdale because it’s really pretty and I have friends there and the ponies are nice and-“
“Haha, okay, I get it.” You take a sip of your own beer. “I’d love to visit Cloudsdale someday. I think it would be cool.”
>”It would! But…”
“Yeah, I know.”
>You sigh and lean back in your seat.
>You catch a peek of the clock again.
>One minute. Time to wrap this up.
“Hey, it’s getting a little too crowded for me. You want to go for a walk?”
>”Oh! I-…” A blush creeps across her face. “Um… I’m with a friend.”
“Ah, I see. Well then,” You chug the rest of your drink. “I’ll catch you some other time, Ditzy.”
>You place enough bits on the counter to pay for yours, Ditzy’s, and an extra if she wants it.
>Then you get off the stool, and exit the building.
>But not before giving Big Mac a thumbs up before you leave.

>As you exit into the cold night, you try your best not to head straight home.
>You walk slowly, Kick up every rock along the way, any minor distraction to be found is attended to. Those sorts of things.
>To be honest, you were losing hope for a bit there.
>Until a familiar voice called from behind.
>”Anonymous, wait up!”
>You turn on a heel to face the gray pegasus swaying back and forth as she flies through the air.
>”I found you!”
“Hey, Ditz’, what’s up?”
>She giggles at her new nickname.
>”I decided to come walk with you instead. My friend will understand.”
“Cool, cool, but I was actually getting a little chilly and was thinking about heading inside.”
>”O-Oh… Um… if you want I can… we can go to my place…”
“Hm?” You act as if it’s an innocent request.
>”Well, we can play games!”
>Apprehension magically leaves her face as it lights up in joy.
>”Yeah! You like games, right?”
“… Sure. Let’s play games.”
>”Yaaay! Follow me!” She lands to stop the wobbly flying, only to wobbly walk.
>She moves at a brisk pace, though. Anxious to… ‘play’.
>But this mare seems too nice and innocent for that kind of activity, but perhaps she’s a little devil on the inside.
>The two of you arrive at her small house momentarily. It’s only a small cottage-like place on the outskirts of Ponyville. Only enough room for one pony to live in while still having breathing room. Small, but not Fluttershy’s cottage small.

>You duck to enter inside the house once she opens the door for you. Inside looks normal enough. The living room contains a fireplace, a bookshelf, one couch, and one cushioned chair. The small kitchen connected to it is only divided by a bar and a sink. One door off to the right leads to probably a closet, and there’s a hallway which contents remain a mystery.
>”Okay! What games do you like?” She asks very excitedly.
“Well… you pick. I’m terrible with decesions.”
>”Alright, do you like Dungeons and Dragons?”
>…
>Wow that is like, the last thing you expected to come up.
>”It’s a lot of fun. You can pretend to be a big mean minotaur or sneaky zebra with a heart of gold! I like playing as a bard and making everyone happy! Look,” she pulls a terrible cardboard lute out of a nearby cabinet. “I made it myself. Isn’t it cool?”
>You cannot stifle a chuckle at her eagerness to show off her terrible lute.
“It’s great, Ditzy.”
>”I knew you’d like it. Wanna try?”
“Eh,” You hold your hands up in neutrality. ”I don’t think I want to learn all those rules in one night.”
>”That’s fine! I have another idea!”
“What’s that?”

>”Alllllmost done…!”
>You mumble something through the tin foil wrapped around your mouth.
>She tips your ‘knight’s helmet’ off, then tears the foil off its roll.
>”Perfect!” She flies back, marveling at your masterful knight’s armor that she so expertly made.
>You raise an arm, and wiggle a finger in the foil covering your mouth. You manage to make a hold large enough to breathe easily and talk.
“Yeah… great.”
>”Thank you! Take these!” She pulls a cardboard sword and shield from seemingly nowhere and foces them into your hands.
>”I’m going to get my costume now! Be right back!”
>She flitters into the hallway and disappears.
>You take the time to reflect upon what in the world you’re doing here. Foil knight’s armor? You thought you were going to be doing some ‘distracting’ for Big Mac. God, you hope he’s at least getting some.
>But instead you’re stuck here, playing childish games.
>You hear a rustling coming from the hallway, and prepare for Derpy to come out with an equally silly outfit.
>Instead, a huge cardboard cutout of a terribly drawn and colored dragon rushes out of the hall.
“What the-“
>”Grrrr! I am the evil dragon of Derpyshome! If you want to save me-I mean, the princess, you have to beat me! Ah ha ha ha!” She shouts in as deep of a voice she can get to.
>You stand still, silent and stunned.
>”… Psst. You have to defend my honor, Anon.”
“… Oh. Um,” You lazily raise your sword. “I’ll vanquish you… dragon!”
>”If that’s what you think, then take… this!”
>Ditzy throws a hoof full of orange glitter over the top of the cardboard cutout, covering the floor and your shield with it.
“Uh…”
>”I just burned your shield up. That was fire.”
“Ah. Oh. OH!”
>You drop the shield in a panic. You can get the hang of this.
>”Ahaha! There’s more where that came from.”

>The massive dragon laughs manically as your steel shield melts right out of your hand.
>He breathes a large puff of smoke before bringing his head down to your level.
>”There’s more where that came from, disgusting little human!”
>He takes a large inhale, giving you the queue to book it. Your heavy boots stumble and slip on the piles of gold coins. A solid rock nearby gives you hope for getting out of this alive. You slide behind it, making it just a second before the dragon let out another mighty breath of fire.
>The heat assaulting you from all sides causes you to sweat in your armor. Most of it has already ripped off at this point. What little protection you have left won’t save you anymore. You tear off your helmet, and take a few sweet, but shallow breaths. You’re done if you sit here.
>The fire stops, and the booming laughter of the dragon resonates through the cave once again.
>You grip your sword tightly. Once he begins his monologue again, you strike. It may be your last chance.
>As if on cue, he begins ranting of your destruction and the futility of your efforts.
>You stand to your feet and dark for the dragon. It takes him a second to process what you’re trying. He cuts the speech short, and takes a sharp inhale.
>You’re not close enough. If only you had two extra seconds.
>The hellfires blast from the dragon again, barely going over your head. The gods were in your favor today.
>The dragon attempts to backstep, but you’re already too close.
>With a mighty swing of your sword, you cut halfway into his throat.
>He lets out a loud, but garbled roar before collapsing in front of you, leaving you to his loot.

>You stand in Ditzy’s living room.
>You swung that shitty cardboard sword so hard, it went halfway through the shitty cardboard dragon.
“… I got a little out of hand there, didn’t I?”
>”No way!”
>You look up to Ditzy. She wears a pretty pink filly dress. It looks like she got a decent costume.
>Except the horn she made. It’s only a piece of construction paper curled up into a cone and terribly taped to her forehead.
>she then flitters into your arms.
>”My hero!” She plants a kiss onto your cheek. “Now, take me back to my castle!”
“Yes, milady! … Where’s that?”
>”There.” She points to the door at the end of the short hallway.
“Right away!”
>With enthusiasm, you stride towards the castle room, carrying Derpy in your arms.
>You enter the room that looks like it’s owned by an old lady or little girl. Pink walls with dolls and art materials littered on the floor. But what catches your eye is the large cardboard castle that actually towers above your own eyesight.
“Uh…”
>”Follow me into the castle, brave knight, so you may be knighted!”
>Ditzy jumps out of your arms and flies down to the cutout doors. They’re still cardboard, but they’re cut in a way to open and close like a normal door.
>You marvel at the whole thing for another second before getting on your knees to crawl through the door.
>The stiff cardboard proves a challenge to get through for someone as tall as you, but you manage to-
>Your thoughts are cut off as you see Ditzy lying down on her belly. On a bed a few feet away. Dress lifted. Tail raised and aside. Legs spread. Hoof used to spread her ass a little wider.

>You remain on your hands and knees for a moment in a stunned silence.
>”Knight Anonymous, if you enter my castle, you must first sheathe your sword!” Her voice adopts a sultriness that didn’t exist thirty seconds ago.
>Now THIS is what you came here for. But this was a very unexpected direction.
>Your hesitation is only from surprise.
>Ditzy takes it for something else, however.
>”I-I…” She withdraws the hoof holding her flank. “I didn’t… I thought.”
“Sorry. I forgot my role for a second there. Can you pick up where you left off?”
>”Huh? I… oh! Of course!”
>She spreads her ass cheeks apart once again, giving you a great view of your soon to be indulgence.
>”Ahem. As I said, Knight Anonymous. You must sheathe your sword if you desire to enter my castle.”
>You left the cardboard sword outside, so there’s no second guessing when it comes to her request.
>But you want to have a little fun with this.
>You scoot closer before grasping her flank with your hands. The hard, bristly hair prick at your skin as you tighten your grip, forcing a small moan from Ditzy.”
>Now closer, the musky stench coming from Ditzy is overpowering, and it’s driving you wild.
>Oh yeah, your sword is brandished, alright. You won’t ‘sheathe’ it. Not quite yet.

>You run your left hand lower, teasing her lips. You feel her tense under your other hand as she removes her hoof. Her wings twitch a little, as well. You insert the tip of a finger, gently massaging the edge.
>She lets out quiet sighs as you find a rhythm. But she’s opened up a little at this point.
>You withdraw you finger, causing her to let out a grunt in annoyance. You wipe you finger on her flank before grasping it once more, and lower your face to her.
>”Ah!” She yelps at your tongue connects with her emerged clit for the first time.
>”Y-Yes… You must… polish and lubricate… the sheathe before… Hng!”
>You pull your face away.
“I don’t think that’s a thing knights do, Ditzy.”
>”Don’t break character.”
“Sorry. Ahem. Yes, milady. Now that the danger has passed, I must attend to my equipment. My shield and armor were unsalvageable, but I shall take care of what I can.”
>You dive back into the depths of her folds, no longer teasing. You assault her sensitive muscles, causing her insides to flex and spasm, trying to hold your tongue in. Ditzy’s breathing quickens as does your pace.
>She’s already losing her mind at this point. It must have been one hell of a dry spell.
>You deep your ‘sheathe’ ‘polished’ enough for now. It’s time to follow the princess’ wishes.
>You pull away, gaining another annoyed grunt from Ditzy. “Keep…” She stops herself as she hears you unbuttoning your pants and tearing the remaining foil off yourself.

>After removing all clothing, your sword is standing at perfect attention. Get ready, soldier.
>You stand to your feet. Ditzy’s body is perfectly level with your member.
>She looks back, pleading with her eyes. It’s not polite to keep the princess waiting… but, you suppose she can wait a little longer.
>You grasp her hips firmly as you inch yourself closer.
>She groans in protest as you only prod and stroke her folds.
>You press the tip in, only to pull back out again and frustrate her some more.
>”The princess… demands…”
>Well, if she’s DEMANDING now…
>You slowly begin pushing in. It’s a tight fit and it only gets tighter the further you go.
>She begins rocking her hips impatiently. Oh yeah, it’s been a while for her.
>You tighten your grip, and thrust the rest of your length inside her.
>She lets out a loud moan this time, as she tightens her grip on the bed sheets.
>You stay hilted for a few seconds before pulling yourself out. She lets out a loud exhale before you reenter.
>You begin with a slow rhythm, your hips rocking with hers, bringing her back to the edge.
>Her moans soon turn into muffled screams as she stuffs her snout into her bedding.
>Her liquids begins dripping out steadily as well.
>You pick up your pace, only making her louder.
>A minutes of steady pumping later, her muscles begin to convulse and twitch against your length. Her walls clench and tighten around you as a wave of her juices coat you, making the stench of musk ever more pungent.

>Her breathing begins to ease, and with her pleasure out of the way, there’s nothing stopping you from going all out.
>You move your hands to her flank, grab handfuls of her fur, and begin pumping into her as hard as you can. She lets out quiet and short squeaks each time you ram into her cervix.
>Her walls begin to spark back to life again, past their previous coitus. If she thinks she can get a quick one out, she can be your guest.
>And being the gracious host you are, you use a thumb to massage her sensitive areas.
>Her hips begin bucking in unison with yours again. She can’t be getting close already?
>Her wings begin to unfurl and twitch as she gets close once again. She raises her head as much as she can, mouth agape. No sounds from her anymore. She’s spent. Past her limit. Only heavy breathing.
>And you’re just about at your own limit.
>You dig your nails into her flank and give her a few more hard thrust, finally pushing you over the edge.
>You spill your seed into her womb. You don’t think you came that hard in a long, long time.
>You load expelling into her coupled with the twitching of your length sent her over the edge a second time, as well.
>The both of you let out simultaneous sighs before pull yourself out, and collapse next to her.
>She inches closer and places a hoof on you.
>”Mm… my new Prince.”

>The next morning… Ah, hell. The next morning isn’t so great. It’s bright and it always makes you sleepy.
>You push yourself up, letting Ditzy’s hoof slide off your chest not so gently. Still, she’s sleepin’ like a rock.
>You turn and bring your feet to the floor before stretching and rubbing your eyes.
>As you let out a tremendous yawn, you hear Ditzy stir behind you.
>”Hellooooo!”
>Urk. Morning people.
“Morning, Ditzy.”
>”Morning!”
>She quickly springs out of bed and sits next to you.
>”What’cha doin’?”
>You shrug.
“Waking up?”
>”What are you doing after?”
“Eating breakfast.”
>”What’re you gonna eat?”
“Eugh, look.” You ruffle her mane. “I’m a little too tired for twenty questions right now, alright?”
>”Okay, but one more?”
“One more.”
>”Do you want to see me again?”
“… What?”
>”Well…” She looks down and tap two hooves together. “I don’t know if you’re one of those kind of guys…”
“No, no. Of course not. Why don’t you join me for breakfast, hm? Let’s go find some sort of place that serves good food.”
>”Okay! Can we do this again?”
“Sure, last night was a blast.”
>”Great! I’ve been wanting to try this school fil-“
>You stuff your fingers in your ears.
“La la la, make it a surprise.”
>”Hehehe, okay!”
>Damn. Big Mac is going to be jealous.