Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my twenty–second My Little Pony fanfic, this time using anthropomorphic canon characters; however, this is also my fourteenth fic with a main focus on clop alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

For those of you wanting to know how I was able to come up with this fanfic, let's just say that it almost didn't happen at all and with good reason: originally, this story had started out as a dream in which I was walking around in the streets of what had resembled my hometown; the only thing that had prompted me to give it some life was huckser's art.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record two things: first, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that it's a crossover with Rick and Morty, that too, belongs to Dan Harmon.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.

Rerouted

There was a lone city that was bathed in an elegant afterglow thanks to the eternal golden sun taking residence above them in the heavens with the cottony clouds traveling about in its wake. In them, the big bright blue skies contained a variety of lifeforms flying across the way over the rhythm emotion of the surface’s hustle and bustle flowing about without even so much as a care. There were towering behemoths ruling and governing the own landscape for although that they were divided, these constructs nevertheless shared the same power wielded over this very place. Aside from a variety of wagons running about the asphalt with sights and sounds contributing to its atmosphere, there were also some ships of various sizes surfing across the dyed deep blue. What had made it stand out the most were the massive flocks of herons and seagulls that could run so far to and fro but couldn't get away with even the largest of wingspans as they’d cawed. On the other side of the vast and magnificent waters where the many ships had sailed in and out of were a mountainous valley donned in a dark green growing upon the massive beautiful earth. Most importantly, the very denizens themselves were abundantly commonplace coming and going inside the city by any and all means necessary as they please in sheer density whatsoever.

As cool as the scenery was, some small but otherwise spacious cloud of electrons were currently buzzing about in the firmament at once. Soon enough, the surging sparks suddenly shaped themselves into a spatial sphere all swirly with several shades simulating a shamrock. Holding on its form for a few seconds, it’d spat out a steely machine in the shape of saucer with two cans, some high beams, and a flag.

Dwelling within the achromatic field of glass were two stallions, seemingly alike in fair dignity at first glance to the naked eye. Each of the two possessed a few common traits: cobalt coating around their pupils and wide open mouths right upon their faces. Of course, there were some significant differences amongst themselves upon closer inspection that differentiated the occupants.

Nevertheless, the two stallions in question were in dire need of an introduction since the green dot they had burst from disappeared instantly. For starters, the one already at the controls was a tall dark blue unicorn with some saliva curling down his own wrinkly muzzle barely straight. Secondly, the driver possessed a lighter shade of color right upon his mane and tail, all spiky and unkempt; in addition, he’d donned a unibrow. Third of all, the blue unicorn had donned a big white coat that was open enough to show a light aquamarine shirt upon his rather lanky frame. The driver was peering out the front of the monitor with the world of midnight nearing what would appear to be its own day of reckoning.

As for the other stallion sitting on the opposite side, the things that had made him different from the driver were instantaneously apparent. First off, the passenger was a short peachy bleached pegasus with some phlegm escaping from his own nostrils in newly found curving. Secondment, the passenger was a brunet wearing his smaller mane all straight and round in the shape of a circle without some loose ends. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn a little yellow shirt that was already instantaneously accompanied by a pair of dark blue jeans. The passenger’s tightened eyelids were opened in a brief moment of a reflex, bearing some brightness of baby blue being beleaguered.

“HOLY CRAP, MORTY… WE’RE GONNA CRASH…!” the unicorn exclaimed as the aircraft was being pulled down by the earth’s gravity.

The peachy pegasus was feeling the weight of inertia working against his body as he was crying, “OH JEEZ…!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT KILLING THE GOAT FIEND HAD CAUSED AN EXPLOSION SENDING US ALL THE WAY FROM BETA PERSEI…!” the lanky driver had shouted as he started struggling to regain control over the steely machine at once, “I KNEW WE SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE THROUGH THAT WORMHOLE…!”

“WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE…!” the already panicky passenger pleated.

The lanky unicorn had slapped Morty instantly, “NOT FUCKING TODAY, MORTY; WE’VE CAME TOO FAR TO CRASH JUST YET, NOT AFTER WE GOT THAT BASTARD’S TEA RECIPE…!”

“WAS IT REALLY EVEN NECESSARY TO KILL HIM?!” the peachy pegasus asked as the brilliant green beneath themselves was getting closer, “BESIDES, HE’D ALREADY MADE PEACE WITH THE OTHERS…!”

“DOESN’T OUTWEIGH THE CRIMES OF BEING AN SPACE DEVIL TRYING TO DESTROY A PLANET WITH FUCKING TEA; LOTS OF PEOPLE WOULD RATHER PAY TO DRINK TEA THAN BE POISONED BY IT…!” the driver responded as he’d pulled the interface up to his neckline.

The passenger closed his eyes and screamed, “THIS IS IT…!”

“Not… unless… you count the tour…!” the lanky unicorn grunted as the trajectory of their path had changed angles, guiding them to a line of trees and some rocks in the midst, “you see, we have nothing to worry about you –urp– retard…”

“That was close, Rick; any second slower and we would have been fucked infinitely…” Morty gasped as he had suddenly felt the bottom of the aircraft drawing itself over the earthly plane at once.

It didn’t take long until the machine started losing momentum, decelerating just in time to stop feet away from the tall flora itself; once it had become motionless, the driver grumbled, “goddammit, the emergency hyperdimension upsilon devicer had overheated the engine a bit; it looks like we’re –urp– fucking stuck for a while…”

“Come to think of it, where the heck are we anyway…?” the passenger asked as the glass opened up, presenting him a clear sight of the environment they were currently in, “Rick, I have a feeling that we’re not in Heartbun anymore…”

“Wow, nixed turds, Tanky; anyway, let me get my portal gun and see where we are now…” Rick said as he’d reached into his coat pocket at once.

Morty stepped out of the vehicle and took in the sights of the environment that which they were currently in as of this passing moment in time. Aside from the trees and rocks the steely machine avoided crashing into, the peachy pegasus noticed some wagons running upon the asphalt. Numerous denizens traveling to and fro were mostly composed of other equines like themselves, such as those other than either of their species. Although that they were standing upon solid ground, only the observant pedestrian was quick to see a large river with some bridges built over it. Soaring across Morty were a flock of herons in many shapes and colors with their feet resting upon the reef nearby the shipyards and the piers.

Without warning, a white droplet fell onto the peachy pegasus’ mane, prompting a pitiful whine, “oh jeez…!”

“Hey, Morty, take a –urp– look at this: according to my gun, the wormhole that sent us from the E–E–Ebott Quadrant all the way to some big ass city in what’s apparently Equestria…” the lanky unicorn stuttered as the eponymous observer returned to his side. “then again, we’re, we’re, we’re already horses prior to arrival so there’s no –urp– point at being too surprised here…”

“That explains a lot of ponies here, although I don’t see any other lifeforms like rabbits or deer or raccoon or even so much as a cow and/or a chicken going to school around here together…” the peachy pegasus said as he was currently looking at the glowing device within the owner’s possession.

Rick stared at the younger counterpart in confusion and replied, “wow, JMK much? Anyways, considering our situation h–h–here, it’s going to take almost an entire day to get this ship: the engine would need a lot of water to cool down before it becomes fully operational again; of course, this is the same technology I use to make some bombs, albeit less powerful than Saltpeter’s multiple o–o–offspring. It’s a good thing that I was able to pack some tools along in case anything like this happen although it looks like that we’re gonna have to stay here for the entire night; as a matter of fact, this would mean making sure this doesn’t get stolen by some punk troll with an attitude.”

“Gee, I don’t know… this place looks so peaceful just like that town of Peachtree Creek from that cartoon, Panic Pretty Pony Puella…” Morty said as he had looked around once more, “the first season, not the whole entire series, mind you…”

“Yeah, the same one where one of those mares Naoto lost her arm and hoof fighting against Bardoma in an attempt to save her friend Kitana; remember that too…?” the lanky unicorn snapped at the peachy pegasus with little warning.

The observer shot back a grimace but could only stammer about nonetheless, “y –y–you, y–y– you–––”

“Look, we can argue about which season of that show is the best while working on getting that shuttle out of the dirt so as far as grandpa’s concerned, time is tissue…” Rick interjected as he turned his focus on the aircraft, “now, I can handle getting w–w–water from the river with a hose but I need more supplies from a hardware store; thankfully, the map picked up one near us. Of course, it’s only about half a mile walk from where we are so I recommend moving fast as possible: here’s a list of supplies and a sack of gold for money; the kachings from our world are probably useless in this dimension but I’m betting that should be their equivalent of six hundred. Now go move your ass, Morty; I’m betting since we killed that so–called King of the Quadrant, some of his loyal subjects are gonna try tracking us down as revenge, preferably by throwing a big ass trident right through both of eyes like that NWA movie, masquerading as two lost episodes.”

“You know, this conversation is starting to make me feel uncomfortable…” Morty had replied hesitantly as he then began to walk away with a brown sack in one hand and a piece of white paper in the other.

The lanky unicorn pulled out a metal box and replied, “so is getting eaten alive by a squadron of faceless mutant whales with limbs and –urp– shit…”

It didn’t take long until the peachy pegasus perambulated across the way upon a sidewalk, still possessing a frown with hands in both pockets. Although that he was mindful of other pedestrians like himself, he’d taken great pains to avoid bumping into so much as a lone strand of fabric. Nearing the river, Morty was slowly taking in the sounds of random conversations from others interspersed with calm waters and avian choir. Standing on the edge of the corner where the people had stepped and the airstreams are all cold, now Morty turned away from them and crept.

“If I had wings as strong as a butterfly, then this trip would be faster: after all, he did say that it’s half a mile away; on the other hand, I can feel my hooves turning against me…” the peachy pegasus had pondered on with his own thoughts, “maybe I should take the bus: perhaps, Rick wouldn’t mind if I had spent it on a fare or two; only question is which route should I take…”

He kept on walking upon the concrete and stone sidewalks, now treated to the sights that were fitting for the environment beyond the waters. In Morty’s line of sight were masses of vehicles up in front by yards away from where he was walking, the sounds of traffic growing louder. Standing over the peachy pegasus’ side were a line of buildings of various materials and heights capable of storing people and products at once. Only the otherwise loose clothing on his back hadn’t just simply kept him comfortable but also in decent company despite the cold calm breeze. Keeping in tune with the objective at hand, Morty quickly crossed the intersecting street before his hooves, looking both ways to find nothing. All that the peachy pegasus was only hoping for was that he would come in contact with another vehicle of any sort befitting his current needs.

As he’d approached another intersection within only seconds’ time, he had made it to the corner wherein which found a bench occupied by a few individuals. It didn’t take long for a long and slender conveyance to stop itself nearby the very curbside, boxy brown with rose tinted windows and some grayish finishes. Many people had stormed out of the large machine, catching Morty off–guard as he was quickly found to be knocked down onto the ground in the process.

“All aboard…!” a loud voice was heard as it had snapped the dazed and confused pegasus back to reality with the gravity of such few words.

Because he was swept up in the sea of denizens without any sort of warning whatsoever, such abandonment had so followed within due time. Leeched of the opportunity to board the vehicle, Morty was found lazing about in disbelief as he’d struggled to comprehend what happened. The sheer idea of being left behind in the dust made the otherwise peachy pegasus speechless, his head weighing down onto the very surface.

He couldn’t help but feel his own baby blue eyes moistened when suddenly a gentle voice called out to him at once, “hey, sir, what’s wrong…?”

“Huh…?” Morty murmured about, “what…?”

“Are you okay…?” the same voice from seconds ago, prompting the peachy pegasus to look no closer than where he’d sat.

Wiping away his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of another pedestrian: a cream colored mare lacking both a horn and some wings that identified Rick and his grandson. She had worn a long, straightened mane and tail in a style that was held together by one of three red ribbons, its tresses bearing many shades of orange both light and dark. The gingerly pony donned clothes more uniform than Morty’s attire: among the brilliant green ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt, a plain white tee was below a red lace. She was already staring at the peachy pegasus’ baby blue eyes with her own exuberant jade orbs out of concern, already accented by a lonely small bridge of a few freckles.

While he was rendered speechless initially, he soon found the strength to answered back, “yeah…”

“You look like you were about to cry; did you have somewhere else to be…?” the gingerly pony asked Morty with her left hand outstretched, “come to think of it, you don’t look like you’re from around here…”

“Yeah but what is this place anyway…?” the peachy pegasus had only responded almost immediately.

She giggled at the question he had just asked recently, “why you’re in the city of Rosemound, silly…”

“Rosemound… I wasn’t expecting it to be a part of the country…” Morty said as he’d soon grabbed onto the gingerly pony’s left hand gently but cursorily, “is it the only city in Equestria…?”

“Not at all: there’s places like Baltimare and Manehattan north of here…” she had replied at once.

Shifting weight, the peachy pegasus scratched his mane and said to the gingerly pony, “gee, that kind of reminds me of all the other cities on the Eastern Seaboard like Sackby and Yew Horse…”

“Eastern Seaboard… Sackby… Yew Horse…?” she’d repeated in confusion, “what kind of names are those…?”

“Sorry about that… I’ve forgotten that I’m not from here; the name’s Morty by the way, Mortimer McConneighay…” he had sighed briefly, introducing himself to the gingerly pony rather hesitantly.

She had decided to smile and chirruped as well, “Tagnon A. Long but my friends Tag–A–Long…”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am…” Morty said to the eponymous pedestrian, “come to think of it, do you live here or something…?”

“I’m on vacation from Ponyville: my troop and I were just finished selling cookies a few days ago; that being said, what are you doing here though…?” the gingerly pony answered the peachy pegasus.

He hearkened back to the recent memory of the vehicle’s nearly instantaneous depart and spoke out, “I heard that there was a hardware store half a mile from here so I was trying to catch the bus and look how that turned out…”

“I heard that Bridle Street is real busy all the time, even on Sundays: so easy to get packed inside like frozen dinners, according to the locals…” she’d responded, mindful of the heavy traffic going on near themselves, both limb and wheel, “how come you didn’t use your wings to get there…?”

“They’re too small: my grandpa said I got them from my father’s side due to genetics; we’d gotten into a small argument at the dinner table one night…” Morty said to Tag–A–Long before looking downward after showing his small wings.

The gingerly pony noticed the peachy pegasus’ ironic expression and asked, “is everything with your family okay…?”

“Let’s just say that my genes aren’t the only thing that run in the family…” he had answered back to her in return, “Grandpa Rick recently came back into my mom’s life several years ago when I was in high school and we used to go on these crazy adventures, traveling beyond the world and the seven seas like that pop music from across the pond as he calls it. My sister Summer also used to live at home with her and our dad before the divorce but now she’s been living off the grid as a freelance mercenary working for next to nothing fighting in conflicts and such.”

“Oh my…” Tag–A–Long gasped.

Morty breathed, “I know; what about your family…?”

“What family…?” the gingerly pony sighed as she watched the peachy pegasus perambulate, “my friends are my family…”

“Excuse me?!” he’d said before being instantaneously caught off–guard by her rather sudden reply.

Tag–A–Long had taken her time to elaborate her answer at once, “my friends in the Filly Guides are like my family; all six of them are basically my sisters: Samoa, Berry Munch, Trefoil, Savanna Smile, Dulce Deleche, and Do–Si–Do. Samoa’s a zebra who reminds me of a herbalist who lives in that scary forest off from Ponyville; Berry is as big as her heart and she loves cookies; Trefoil and Savanna are that unicorn and pegasus into a romantic relationship; Dulce is the youngest of the bunch and the most enthusiastic; Do–Si–Do is a clumsy dancer from Appleloosa.”

“Gee, they kind of remind me of one of those TV shows that I watch with Rick…” Morty had replied slowly but surely while continuing to walk again, “he says that shows with a healthy focus on female characters can make for great storytelling that appeals to every demographic imaginable…”

“Sounds like that he’s a wise man…” the gingerly pony said, now following after the peachy pegasus at once.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he said, “yeah and for what it’s worth, such programs in his eyes are way better than the dime a dozen schlock fests found on local access channels like the ones on the Pissfowl Network…”

“Pissfowl Network…?” she asked, starting to gain some distance, “is that where you what these shows…?”

“No, it’s grandpa’s way of trashing the Peafowl Network: he’s mad that their executives allowed some guy named Rick Slosh to make so many spinoffs of that crime drama after he married Schnapser; it’s really scary when he goes off on rants about such things…” Morty responded to Tag–A–Long while maintaining speed.

The gingerly pony had soon caught up with the peachy pegasus and said, “does your grandpa always do that…?”

“Not at all…” he had answered, “of course, I can still remember that time he’d wanted that dipping sauce to come back.”

“Talk about extreme…” she’d sighed.

Morty could not help but chuckle, “you could say that again: I guess that his way of doing things.”

“At least, this city reminds me of back home, just like Ponyville but with a large river that leads to Horseshoe Bay…” Tag–A–Long sighed, putting her arms around the back of her own neck, “some of my friends are at the lake anyway…”

“How far are they…?” the peachy pegasus asked.

The gingerly pony had replied, “just a half–hour away: I heard that Sweet Shades is a nice place to visit…”

“So what are you doing here so far away; where are the others…?” he had asked her, “do they know where you are, like your troop leader…?”

“If you mean Trefoil, she’s on a date with Savannah at Orioles up the street from where we are; even they were lucky to get there together without using public transportation…” she’d answered quickly.

Crossing yet another street along Tag–A–Long, Morty said, “I bet they must be having a great time over here… how long have they been at it?”

“A few years but they’re responsible; the Guides have been tolerant of their relationship since decades ago…” the gingerly pony answered back, “besides, Savannah trusts her wholeheartedly…”

“Wow, the boy scout groups I know of usually frowns on homosexuals; even Micah Mare had slammed their organization for being fascist…” the peachy pegasus said as they watch a few wagons pass by themselves at the intersection.

As the street become clear again, she then asked him another question, “Morty, would you like to stay at the hotel for while…?”

“Huh…?” the aforementioned pedestrian gasped, “gee, I don’t know; grandpa really wants me to get to the hardware store soon…”

“I can make it worth…” Tag–A–Long cooed.

The peachy pegasus started to radiate, perspiring at the sight of the gingerly pony’s looks: her lidded eyes and bright smile trapped him in his own thought, “I wonder if this is how Rick felt before he got married decades ago…”

“Goddamn stupid causality…!” the driver grumbled as he found himself stood nearby a steely barrier overlooking the river in front of himself, a large tubular structure that snaked its way down into the depth of the dyed deep blue, “Morty better get his ass in gear and return from the hardware store soon; no way in Hell I’m gonna sleep in a fucking cruiser alone in the park…”

“Excuse me, sir…” a gruff voice invaded Rick’s ears, breaking the listener’s concentration upon the mass of water to discover its very owner.

The lanky unicorn became instantaneously disinterested in who had approached him: a stallion in a uniform darker and more modest than her attire. The observer was a lemony pony with a short red mane and tail with much of its loosen tresses covered up inside the owner’s wide brimmed cap. The lemony pony wore some eyes of orange, stripped of all emotions save for a few in the very least: suspicion and apprehension circling around. The observer’s uniform was simplistic: a dark blue shirt and some matching pants accompanied a black belt and boots, topped off with a gold badge.

Rick asked, “what’s going on, officer…?”

“Does this strange wagon parked on top of the grass happen to belong to you?” the officer asked, “there is a stiff fine for unauthorized parking here…”

“That’s exactly why I’m standing here: the engine within my car has been overheated so I’m getting a large amount of water to cool it all off; besides, it also serves as a nice fat bonus in the fuel department compared to going Dick Flagstone here and there from point A to –urp– B…” the lanky unicorn answered back with a resounding burp.

The lemony pony raised his left eyebrow and said to Rick, “of course, you realize that you’re wasting a lot of water in the process…”

“Gee, and I’d thought that poisoning it along with the air and the land was a bigger crime…” the lanky unicorn had snidely remarked before laughing out loud, “then again, you don’t hear stories of big wig executives near my homeland going directly to jail and having to forfeit two hundred big ones as well…”

“I advise that you watch what you’re saying…” the officer warned Rick, raising the vocal tone only slightly.

The lanky unicorn burped slowly before replying at once, “yeah, yeah, I’m aware of the whole right to go choose my words carefully for they might be my last; anyways, you should come take a look at the fact that I’d have made this very garden hose for this particular reason. I’m an inventor here: I make things for a hobby, sometimes to piddle my life away, sometimes as a bet for friends, sometimes for the sake of one–upping competitors just so I can crack jokes. I can remember the time that my granddaughter had bought a similar garden hose that they claimed you can slide into your pocket as a birthday present; but, this one does all that and so much –urp–more.”

“You happening to be burping a lot here…” the lemony pony commented, “have you been drinking today, sir…?”

“Only three flasks of whiskey in the past several hours; of course, one can get the same effect from an entire pack of canned soft drinks…” Rick answered the officer before giving off a resounding hiccup.

The lemony pony had taken a deep breath and slowly responded, “just wanted to make sure that you’re being careful here; we’d to pull somepony out of the river last month…”

“Wow, I wonder when I’d heard that before…” the lanky unicorn sighed as he’d focused onto the tubular structure writhing within the depth of the water, “of course, I’ll k–k–keep that in mind, mate…”

“Have a nice day, sir…!” the officer chimed as Rick had given off a wave of the hand almost immediately.

The lanky unicorn exhaled as he’d still stood over the lake from the metal railing and thought, “come on Morty; how long is this gonna take?”

Unbeknownst to Rick, the city rhythm had went onward with one of their pieces, an enormously tall building had stood out proudly at once. Although predominantly adorned with a chocolaty monochromatic scheme, a fraction of its own bricks were colored in a rose quartz shade. Considering that which at least a dozen rows of windows already plastered, it was safe to say that a portion of its people were living it up. Already upon the top of the very building in question was but a crystalline skylight that was spherical in contrast to the cubic state. Resting underneath the stony awning were a couple of wagons in various styles and shades, a majority of them with a silver lettering.

Inside the building, however, gave one story out of many within some depth, its very layer was starting to become very reminiscent of an elaborate dessert dish. Aside from the sepia flooring right underneath, the hallway itself was painted in rich shade of strawberry pink, fruitful enough to bear such sweet flavor alone. Numerous doors on each and every conceivable side thereof were adorned randomly every shade from the rainbow in the form of a pattern many would remember.

Morty and Tag–A–Long were found upon a deep purple door right upfront, the right hand belonging to the latter held onto the former while contrasting with the left counterpart’s item: a white plastic card.

“Are you sure about this…?” the otherwise peachy pegasus asked in a bumble, “I’m starting to feel a bit nauseated…”

“Of course I am; why else wouldn’t there be any need for such…?” the gingerly pony had twittered.

With the object in her left hand sliding in and out from a slot, she had quickly opened the door almost immediately, instantaneously all at ease with their newfound surroundings themselves. The very ceiling and background in their entirety quickly matched the style that the entrance they had used not too long ago; however, the background was different as it’d been colored in brown. Only two golden chest of drawers stood about: one was opposite of the bed, its comforter clad in royal purple befitting marvelous majestic mountainsides; the other nearby carried one pink lamp. A window was found across from her line of eyesight, already granting them a view of the urban landscape, the hustle and bustle of its all offset by a large river outside within the cold distance. A pair of doors were also found in the wake of their collective discovery: one was standing on the left; the other, also on the same side, though further away had rested nearby the windowsill.

Slowly but surely, his racing heart began to be eased as Tag–A–Long dragged him into the room, the latter closing the door behind themselves just as the former found the opportunity to speak, “this is nice and all but I can barely understand it: how could you even afford all of this even for one night; isn’t it something for businesspersons on a company trip away from home…?”

“Let’s just say it’s one last hurrah before Trefoil starts leading the next generation of the Guides…” the gingerly pony answered as she sat Morty down upon the surface of the comforter gently, “considering that such a task would also mean putting her relationship with Savannah on hold, she had wanted to treat the seven of us to a vacation from Ponyville before orientation day…”

“Well that’s awfully kind of her but aren’t the elders worried about what we’re doing…?” the peachy pegasus vocalized.

She had smiled once more and said, “don’t worry, Lemony Sweet happens to be more understanding; besides, you remind me of the time when Do–Si–Do was worried about going to Hollow Shades a decade ago to sell cookies.”

“Gee, I wonder why…” he had laughed nervously, “I bet it was more than just the name itself alone…”

“To be fair, it was way less scary than the Everfree; in any case, I’m gonna go wash up now…” Tag–A–Long tittered before trotting towards the opposite trajectory of the initial threshold.

Morty heard the door by the window slam gently followed by the screech that had signaled the rapid pitter–patter of water; as such, it didn’t take long for him realize what they all had meant. Such sounds in question were enough for the peachy pegasus in question to paint a picture of what the gingerly pony was doing and the aftermath of her next form with overtly blatant clues. To say nothing much of her intentions in regards to him would be a general understatement in the very least, considering his rather small array of options that were provided by the very situation.

While Tag–A–Long remained in a different room, Morty was currently lost in his deep thoughts, “Rick’s going to be super pissed when he realizes that I haven’t even gone to the hardware store; then again, maybe she could be right about this outing here: grandpa has been pushing me to the limit a few times, not to mention leaving our world when the Hell we’ve unleashed froze over. However, this would mean having to do the same thing that my dad did when he and mom were still in high school and look how that turned out: they’re already in a divorce and my sister has gone off on another assignment to waste some other target with a huge bounty upon his head. Other than the possibility of someone else catching onto the fact that I had some one night stand with a random stranger like her; I mean, she looks healthy but what if I go and end up catching some deadly venereal disease like syphilis or, God forbid, AIDS and end up on the quilt?”

“I’m stepping out of the shower now…!” the gingerly pony’s voice broke on through the other side, causing the peachy pegasus a snap back to reality, “are you ready to have the time of your life…?”

“Oh, jeez… what if I start doing something fucked up like vomit on her; worse yet, what if she happens to be into that kind of thing…?” he thought to himself, once more with feelings of sheer anxiety and dread as sweat had begun to fall out.

Before long, the door nearby the windowsill opened up again, prompting Morty to recoil slightly as she had stepped out all at once giggling about, “here I am: I bet that you would have like to see me without a stitch on; so, what do you think…?”

Needless to say, the peachy pegasus was currently confronted by the sight of Tag–A–Long in her current state, drastically different from long ago. The sheer lack of textiles upon the gingerly pony’s very body made him take in the sight of her curvilinear figure: bosoms, umbilicus, and sheath. Such physiological traits that were made apparent by her very youthfulness became accompanied by the mane and tail no longer bound by ribbons. Although Tag–A–Long was warmly welcoming to the timid Morty, the marginal dampness upon her integument made the former shiver slightly.

“I–I–I…” the peachy pegasus had stammered onward before getting around to regaining some strength, “look, I like the fact that you’re going out of your way in being nice to me and all but I’m still unsure about this idea; besides, I don’t want to get you pregnant and be disgraced because of me…”

“Don’t worry, I came prepared for this, like any guide would; besides, I don’t mind having my flanks being reamed here and there…” the gingerly pony chirped, turning around to display her haunches as she dug into the drawer, flanks bearing the stencils of an equine’s monochromatic silhouette in a darker shade than her coat.

As she had waved her tail around in a search, he felt his pants developing an edge in the midst of the waistline, exacerbated by the former taking delight in the very endeavor as the latter thought, “I don’t see the purpose in her taking so long to find a contraceptive; although, I have to admit: compared to Jessica, Tag–A–Long does seem to have a nicer body, especially her flanks and all.”

“Found it…!” Tag–A–Long had chimed in quickly, slowly turning around to reveal Morty two small pouches in her right hand, “now let’s get you in proper working condition already, shall we…?”

“Oh jeez, this is starting to sound like another trashy literary escapist experience from someone else’s wet dream…” the peachy pegasus said to himself as the gingerly pony placed her left hand upon the protuberance underneath his jeans.

As soon as the metallic trail was opened up, she’d now bent down on her knees, glancing at his uncovered prepuce with a profligate grin while quietly giggling quietly at its rather small length. Initially, Tag–A–Long used the same hand to knead the yard around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, Morty had felt it spring up on towards her muzzle in little time whatsoever. Sure enough, the gingerly pony’s own tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid the peachy pegasus’ shaft around, her cold salivation making contact caused him to grit all teeth. Despite being somewhat helpless, all that he could do was rest one of his hands on her orange tresses, stroking and patting based on the movement she had made prior to pressing on forward. Even though that Tag–A–Long remained silent, she was taking great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from Morty’s prepuce whether be inside the former’s deep throat. Slowly but surely, the peachy pegasus spread his legs a bit further to give the gingerly pony more room to lick around, his frigid inactivity now melting into a compliance of a room temperature. He could barely help himself but drool and blush now more than ever as he felt her tongue running around the yard, his hands holding around the base of her head while she slurped about. Within due time, Tag–A–Long had driveled onto Morty’s shaft for some significant time ‘til her very mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, prompting her to swallow before breaking away.

While the peachy pegasus was off into a daze, the gingerly pony began to catch what was left on her lips as a result of the biochemical solution’s trail breaking away and cooed, “mmm… you tastes so good; it reminds me of the s’mores my friends and I made on our camping trip long ago…”

“Was it that good…?” he had asked her in a daze, quickly finding the time to continue onward, “I mean the camping trip…”

“Who said I was gonna talk about the trip, you sweet stud…?” Tag–A–Long had laughed utterly tempting as she’d slowly brought herself to Morty’s gaze, catching him off–guard with a kiss instantaneously.

At first, the peachy pegasus was speedily being assaulted with the recent memory of the gingerly pony’s deed as she locked lips with his own. Despite the conflicting tastes, they had started to wrap around each other lightly and gently with their arms, burning bright a rose tinted shade. The equines’ eyes closed when the kiss they had shared started to grow stronger, trading each other’s flavors as she tackled him downward. The libidinous pair grew more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed, their tongues finally slipping about in the process. Even though the two were swept up in such overwhelming ecstasy, only Morty had remembered Tag–A–Long’s very discovery and broke off.

The gingerly pony had become confused and inquired, “what’s wrong; why did you stop so soon…?”

“Sorry… I just wanted to remind you of the fact you had a condom earlier…” the peachy pegasus answered only timidly with little hesitation, “I’m still afraid of impregnating you, after all.”

“Did you honestly think that I would forget about the contraceptives for even so much as one second; who do you think you take me for: a train station rake…?” she growled at him, bringing the latter closer by the collar of his yellow shirt.

Intimidated by the grimace that Tag–A–Long gave off, Morty stammered on, “PLEASE DON’T BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF ME…!”

“You’re funny; I can’t believe that you fell for it so quickly…” the gingerly pony laughed out loud, catching the peachy pegasus off–guard by the sudden shift in rhythm emotion, “the examination was for the sake of foreplay; after all, this is only the beginning what I’m about to do to you.”

Soon, she had started to use her body weight in order to get herself back up again but this time for a rather different reason that he could easily tell. Tag–A–Long started to eye Morty’s blue jeans and with her both hands she’d started to pull them all off of his legs with little ease in the very process. In no small amount of time whatsoever the peachy pegasus’ prepuce became visible along with the rest of his waistline, his flanks bearing sundials. Making note of all this, his hands were placed on the rim of his shirt as he started extracting from his own body, his underweight frame on full display.

“I can’t believe that I’m about this close to being a spooky skeleton…” Morty had chuckled aloud, staring at his own body.

The gingerly pony started to pull out one of the pouches and opened it at once, revealing a translucent rubbery casing from their as she said, “but your still alive; isn’t that what matters? A walking mass of bones would spell big trouble for all of Equestria if someone devoted all of their time to do something like this. Of course, we have the Bearers of Harmony on our side if it came to pass; it’s not like us to be a complacent lot…”

“Yeah, you’re right…” the peachy pegasus had sighed, resting upon the comforter with the palms of his hands resting near his abs, “then again, Rick is gonna probably turn me into the living dead in case he finds out what I’ve been up to…”

She’d wasted no time whatsoever in applying the condom upon himself, lapping at the surface of his yard briefly before getting down to business. Morty could slowly feel the restricting tightness of the casing wrapped around by Tag–A–Long’s dexterity, the freedom of movement minimized. All that was firmly upon the gingerly pony’s mind was the sheer concupiscence born from such a chance encounter that just only begun for them. Remaining comfortably numb to the ensuing situation at hand, the peachy pegasus watched as she’d taken a stance over upon his supine body. This gesture was, by far, the only assurance quickly given to him so as to avoid the afflicting late unpleasantness from the now and the near future.

“Now then, shall we carry on now…?” she asked.

Sure enough, Morty nodding about had caused Tag–A–Long to quickly seized this very golden opportunity, using her lightweight body to rest on his waistline where the shaft was covered up. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for the gingerly pony’s whispering eye to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving a small passionate but heavy breath from her very mouth. The peachy pegasus had started resting his very hands upon her flanks, slowly burying his muzzle into her vast and petite cleavage as he started running his tongue around the nubbins. Tag–A–Long didn’t care about the fact he was currently sapping away her bust without warning, already feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements all at once. In the midst of the very ordeal, the gingerly pony had wrapped her arms around the back of Morty’s neckline in an attempt to keep him closer as they trading momentum with one another. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Gearing up for another expulsion from the peachy pegasus‘ shaft inside her with each intensity of the pulp friction, she gave off a resounding happy moan amid the heavy breaths and panting. Soon, he began shooting in the path of Tag–A–Long’s sheath, only to be cordoned off by the plastic rim that was wrapped around his prepuce not too long ago by none other than herself.

Morty broke away from the gingerly pony’s bosoms and sighed, “damn, I can’t believe that it felt so good; I doubt that this is your first time…”

“Why else do you think I have bought the condoms for anyway…?” she had replied to the peachy pegasus with a widened smirk at once, “besides, I’m betting that you’re ready to take me from behind now.”

“Barely…” he had timidly replied immediately.

Tag–A–Long stood up and turned her body around before sitting back down upon Morty, this time with his yard now inside of her fundament as his hands gripped upon her very abdomen. Soon, the movement started slow like before, gaining some momentum as the peachy pegasus cuddled the gingerly pony firmly with the tips of his fingers just nearing her umbilicus already. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did she started feeling her cleavage being affected again, this time by his right hand as the slippery surface of its pith and substance from before. Now, Tag–A–Long thought aloud with her mind about how she wanted to reach down into her whispering eye to regain more pleasure; of course, Morty used his left hand to do so already. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, the gingerly pony was moaning the loudest since her waistline was being occupied at both ends by the peachy pegasus all at the same time. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he had still bounced against her croup with growing determination as she still felt his hands upon her body all at once. In a matter of moments, Morty spurted yet another discharge into Tag–A–Long once more with feeling, this time into her haunches as they were blocked off by the plastic layering by and by.

A brief pause has came about in between the two ponies; of them, the gingerly pony sighed, “you know, I’ve been kind of missing the taste of your creamy filled goodness; of course, I’m pretty sure that you were wondering what I taste like as well so I’ll tell you what: how about we kill two birds with one stone together…?”

“Y–y–you mean you want to–––” the peachy pegasus stuttered about before being stopped by her finger resting upon his lips.

Tag–A–Long giggled and had said to him, “yes…”

“Oh man… this is gonna be to be it…” Morty thought to himself as he did the math in his head, “what should I do…?”

“Just relax; I’ll take over from here…” the gingerly pony answered as she rested the peachy pegasus upon the very comforter.

It wasn’t long until she had slowly shifted her weight upon his body, bringing her hooves closer to him until her moist fork had finally made contact with the latter’s muzzle within due time. Contentedly, Tag–A–Long started unwrapping the condom and began to stick her tongue into its contents, finding nothing but savory spiciness withing the small space that bound Morty’s shaft. Heavy breaths escaped from the peachy pegasus’ mouth and into the gingerly pony’s damp sheath, causing herself to sway her waist reactively again, moaning quietly in delight initially. Immediately, she had decided to forward her lips upon his prepuce at once, slurping and licking whatever was left of the substance that he had exorcised into her body beforehand rather slowly. Just the sensation of feeling Tag–A–Long stimulating, pumping, and lapping at Morty’s yard had made the owner return the favor for good measure, his hands grasping onto her rippling flanks. Only then when the peachy pegasus started rubbing up and down the gingerly pony firmly but soothingly did she get aroused even more when, going even deeper for more room to lick around. Jolts of voltage had traveled all throughout their bodies as the collective moaning between themselves were stifled by their lips and tongues pleasuring one another with reckless abandon. In due time, their own respective fluids had been expelled inside each other almost immediately: she gushed from her whispering eye and into his open mouth while swallowing down all at once.

Tag–A–Long subsequently used her remaining strength to get the dripping fork above from Morty’s lips by rolling off of his body at a semicircle, raising her upper body towards the pillows his head was laying upon, turning her knees slowly ‘til both hooves made contact, and crawled a few centimeters ‘til the side of the former’s face was currently laying on top of the other pillow.

The peachy pegasus’ baby blue eyes had already met up with the gingerly pony’s jade orbs as the golden silence started to return to this very room; of the two equines in question, the former spoke to the latter, “you know, I’m kind of glad that I’ve met you; it’s a shame that Rick is gonna go looking for me sometime soon…”

“At least we can still make the best of it, love…” she had cooed before turning her back towards him literally, “wanna spoon…?”

“Okay…” Morty said as he slowly lodged his prepuce into Tag–A–Long’s fundament once more as they had become closer to one another.

At long last, the two ponies were in alone in the small world that was the room, no longer bound by the concerns of either the past or future at all. In the endeavor of their chance encounter alone, the peachy pegasus had now rested both of his arms right around the gingerly pony’s abdomen. Most of all, they had slowly straightaway snuggled in the soaking sweat, the slavering salivation, and the secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, both softly sinking in soothing slumber.