Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my tenth My Little Pony Fanfic, using normal canon characters; however, this is also my seventh fic with a main focus on clop alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

As for timing, this would be set between the Hearth's Warming Eve one year after season two; therefore, it would be around season five itself.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should go to Ratofponi instead of me.

Enjoy or don't; it's okay.

Calm Before The Storm

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable already at once though, then it would be that many of them were on the dark side of affairs as of this very moment in time. The daylight which had once burned bright as a fluorescent lightbulb was showing signs of changing the scenery below it, fading away as it had provided only light and guidance in its entirety from high above into the sky. Within a large dream drop distance was layered with the ash like snow simply scattering about in the cool breeze, surfing across the grassy knolls and trees along with the rest of the brilliant green ‘til they had lost all of its color. There rested a green valley and a blue ridge both of which were filled with mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was setting in between them. The location itself devoid of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing was nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life were perhaps nonexistent at best. Suffice to say, the occasional howling of the winds did little to undermine the setting overall, let alone differed from a rather gentle breeze.

Standing out in the sea of whiteness was a small wooden cabin with a metal box hanging onto the door with an inscription reading ‘CAKES FAMILY’. Inside of it, a green mat within vicinity wet with melting snow out of the spacious flooring that was littered with clothing: a wide–brimmed hat, two scarves, a blue wool coat, some pair of pants, and a quartet of beige boots. Standing out from one of the wall, an equilateral inglenook had some kindling freshly set a light dwelling underneath the base of the chimney.

Out in the middle of the tight space were but a pair of equines residing far away from the flames, both of whom alike in fair dignity all at first glance. As such, they possessed a few things in common: a pair of eyelashes, long flowing manes and tails, cool color shades circling around their pupils, and a warm smile upon their faces. The one thing that made it all clear was that they were in a mutual state of dishabille amongst them; ergo, the clothes left at the door belonged to them.

Of course, they had some significant differences to contrast their presently basic comparison as well. For starters, one of them was an orange pony with some freckles and a trio of apples onto the flank whereas the other was a white unicorn bearing some diamonds instead. Secondly, one of the mares had some emerald orbs while the other one had sapphire orbs, both of which had experienced points where they were closed away before being open again. The orange pony had some red bands hung onto the blonde mane and tail whereas the white unicorn had a purple scheme flowing freely like squiggly lines. More importantly, one of them was stretched outward without a care in the whole wide world whereas the other had stood up straight with some black leggings found around the hind cannons

The white mare studied the texture of the orange mare's flanks, raising the tail to see the two crevices within; out of them, a whispering eye stood out amongst them as it was suddenly moist. Raising up a singular hoof, the unicorn slowly stretched out the left and began to edge forward, preparing to bury her muzzle into the adjacent sheath presented up in front. Suddenly, she ran her own tongue deep inside it, swirling about with tender loving care before pulling out within seconds; enraptured by the sensation, ears stood on endwise as a moan resonated through them.

"Hmmm… I can't believe it tastes likes them; it's no wonder how you live up to the nomenclature, Applejack…" the unicorn sighed, licking her lips cleanly.

The titular mare recoiled slowly and responded back at once, "please say it plainly, Rarity…"

"Names, nomenclatures: they start with the same letter, end with the same letter, and mean the same thing; kind of clear when you think about it, darling…" the white unicorn chuckled before giving the orange pony a wet kiss onto the whispering eye, "besides, you didn't let me finish at all…"

"Ah'm sorry, sugarcube…" Applejack moaned as Rarity's horn started to become illuminated in a blue aura slowly.

Making contact with a hoof, the white unicorn snickered, "it doesn't matter; you must be punished anyway…"

“Ah!” Applejack shouted as she felt that wayward hoof quickly striking her flanks at once, “Ah like being spanked.”

“Oh really?” Rarity asked before making another attack, this time with a slender object coming about in the same aura rather than her own hoof.

Looking behind to find the white unicorn readying herself for another assault, the orange pony sighed, “Yah…”

“Ready?” Rarity whispered at once before making another preparation again, getting into position.

Then, it had happened: every smack that had been made caused Applejack to cry out at once between intervals: “Aaaah! More! Ah! Aah Hah Ah! Ahh Ha Ah! Ah! Hah~ Aaah, Rarity! Touch me, please!”

“Oh, I have something better in mind…” the eponymous observer replied as her target’s whispering eye became moist and shaky with every rough patch onto the reddening flanks, “You naughty girl!”

The orange pony started to let loose and discharge a hoarse moan at once from the sensuous onslaught at the hooves of the white unicorn, “fuck! Cumming! Sh-aaah!”

Applejack slowly collapsed onto the flooring as Rarity was lightly splashed with the former's concoction that escaped from the sheath at once. The orange pony felt her cannons become shaky and wobbled about before they were laid straight like a pile of wooden sticks from the forestry. The quick scene that the white unicorn had bore witness to made her horn return to its normal state of affairs; as a result, the slender item now fell onto the floor at once.

“That seemed intense…” Rarity commented as she watched an area of the carpeting beneath Applejack's whispering eye became damp, "I hope I wasn't too rough with you"

“It was; thank ya, sugarcube…” the orange pony had replied softly within deep breaths of air.

The white unicorn laid down onto her own back slowly asked out of concern for the time being thereof as she , “I wasn’t too rough?”

“Not a bit, it was perfect…” Applejack answered, approaching Rarity face to face calmly, “Lemme repay the favor–”

“Mmmh~” the white unicorn hummed in dissimilarity as her horn lit up and the orange pony wrapped their hooves around each other lightly and gently before engaging into and osculation. After their lips grew closer to one another, the pair of mare grew more eager as their muzzles finally opened up while another passed on through each other; therefore, their tongues finally slipped and they both explored each other with such overwhelming ecstasy. As a result, Applejack rested herself down onto the Rarity, properly aligning themselves with their saturated and illuminated sheaths within due time in the process as they continued for at least over a minute or two tongue-tied before breaking away.

Out from the salivated trail, the two of them had been leaving their cheeks in the red as they moaned slowly from their constant motion, “Aah Ha Hna Ahh…”

Then, they start to kiss each other happily again, this time with an increase of intimacy and passion between them as there was this burning sensation crawling around beneath.

“Aaaah, Rares!” Applejack cried out, slowly closing both of her eyes and moved against Rarity, swapping some solutions between one another during the time being, “Aah.”

“Ha Mhh Hm Haa Aah Hng…!” the ponies moaned in an illustrious bliss as they grounded each other’s skin about fervently in the heat of the moment between such constant osculation.

Out of the constant moaning that had been exchanged between one another throughout the ordeal, only the white unicorn herself broke the mold and squealed, “Oh, Darling!”

“Hah, hah…” the orange pony exhaled as she collapsed into coolness, panting and moaning from the exhaustion that had came about, “wanna finish this little adventure of ours off together with a bang, Rarity…?”

With an exhausted nod, it wasn’t long until Applejack found the strength to bring herself back up and move around Rarity’s barrel; within seconds, they were now mutually inverted towards one another as both their muzzles now aligned with the whispering eyes in between themselves. Like such, it was bounded to bring out most, if all, of the pleasure within the two they had been and are now sharing with one another: anyways, the orange pony started to use her own hoof to reach inside at once; in response, the white unicorn got aroused and stuck out her tongue up as well. Applejack swayed her barrel reactively again but only more lightly for a few times and moaned quietly in delight before she decided to do the same to Rarity at once; now, they were forwarding their muzzles around entirely to slurp and lick whatever was left in from the arduous struggle. Each time the equines felt their own muzzles stimulating, pumping, and licking the adjacent sheaths, it had given the owners the opportunity to respond equally and opposite in the process. Their hooves grasped onto the rippling flanks and held them firmly but soothingly; this made them go deeper in, stretching their whispering eyes wide for more room to lick around at once. Because of the respective intertwining with one another, the instantaneous moaning was constantly stifled by their pleasure yet heard very clearly nonetheless: Rarity had still lain beneath Applejack, feeling the latter above the former transferring the effort between themselves. Soon, the tongues and mouths had transfer so much stimulation between the ponies an expulsion of solutions collided with one another: the white unicorn felt the adjacent sheath leak into her open mouth in a dazed bliss while the orange one had it coursing through the very taste buds.

Applejack now used her remaining strength to get her moist whispering eye above from Rarity’s muzzle by rolling off at another semicircle and regain physical contact to the latter’s face again.

"You know, it's kind of nice that the two of them would let us use the cottage for the weekend, perfect for just spending even one night alongside the likes of you; who would have guessed?" the white unicorn sighed, holding the orange pony in a tender embrace.

Looking into those weary eyes, Applejack smiled and replied, "why would Ah even be surprised by such a thought like that, let alone an idea, mind you? After this, Ah would be ready to have a little sendoff before we leave tomorrow morning when the snowstorm clears up; all we gotta do is stay warm, stay calm, and stay together like we usually do. Besides, Twilight will probably be expecting us to come back home with a tree for Hearth's Warming Eve in tow as well."

"Don't fret about something fierce over such a minute detail, Applejack; we still have plenty of time to get the job done…" Rarity chortled, stroking a strand from the blonde mane, "after all, we haven't failed an assignment as Elements of Harmony and they trust us to make it happen…"

"Then, let's make our stop as quick as possible; Ah don't want to lose their trust completely after what had happened last year and neither would you…" the orange pony said, looking away to face the fireplace in front of them.

Rarity lighted up her horn once more and a thin screen sheet soon shut the flames away from the rest of the room while sighing, "now we won't have to worry about restitution while we're asleep."

"Good thinking; besides, Ah think there's enough heat between the both of us for the whole thing…" yawned Applejack, "I bet it was a nice way for the whole family to spend the holidays."

“Happy Holidays, Dear…” the white unicorn cooed before kissing the orange pony once more.

Breaking away, Applejack spoke back to Rarity with a sigh, “Happy Holidays, Sugarcube.”