Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after last fortnight; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

For those of you wanting to know how I was able to come up with this chapter, let's just say that thanks to huckser's artwork, I wanted to give it another go; in addition, I'd also like to give a special shout out to fellow writer, Path_of_cloud for his past review from my other story, One Scale of a Night, as inspiration as well.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record two things to those who may have forgotten what I had said in chapter one: first, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that it's still a crossover with Rick and Morty, that too, belongs to Dan Harmon as well.

Enjoy the next part as you are.

Resplendent

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be the sheer darkness taking no time whatsoever to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many other things that had counteracted the situation at hand. For starters, there were rather an infinite cluster of comets and stars arriving in every shape and size possible all shining above with only the crescent concave watching them all at once, brighter than diamonds and even heavier than burritos. Of course, even with not a cloud in sight, they would not remain alone to themselves unnoticed: within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in various materials, most of them already fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze had been surfing across the darkened blades of grass, surrounding it on a solid lower plane of existence alongside with the concrete pathways that are now intersecting one another in more ways than just simple straight lines. In the very background, there had rested an abundance of skyscrapers standing outside within the cold distance, each of them all adorned with static electricity concentrated firmly on illuminating the quadrangular shapes in a monochromatic glow.

Of the many households within the neighborhood that were almost identical to each other, only one of them in particular had stood out and about. Its appearance had done well to blend in with the majority of area, timber framing being some chocolaty roofing matching the door underneath. Already covered up in a colorful coating of a clear vanilla cream, it had already created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece seen and heard. Many of the wholesome square windows around it were either closed or obscured by the blinds, one of which was blocked off by a large shrubbery. Only the red bricks had added the finishing touch to this picturesque residence, some of which was now outlining the straight and narrow pathway. Aside from the garage door that was in a darker shade, a backboard was hung inches away from the angling of the roof where a satellite dish stood.

Through tranquility had dominated the night, the whirring of electricity sliced across the crisp atmosphere, belonging to an opening door. Soon enough, the very crevice in question had spat out a steely machine in the shape of saucer with two cans, some high beams, and a flag. Although that the sudden movements were as clean as a whistle, the gunmetal coating upon the vehicle had shown signs of wear and tear.

A lone driver was found to be at the interface, his palms moist with perspiration as both knees became weak along with his heavy arms. A short peachy bleached pegasus was wearing a small brown mane all straight and round in the shape of a circle without some loose ends. A little yellow shirt was found to be donned upon his very body, already instantly accompanied by a pair of some dark blue jeans as well. All of the driver’s eyelids were opened to find its owner’s pupils shifting to and fro as they were bearing the brightness of some baby blue.

“Good thing that Rick is asleep on the couch in the living room although I wish I didn’t have to see him naked again; gosh this is worse than when I had walked in on the two mares having sex with one another back at the city…” the peachy pegasus pondered onward as he had pushed a small jet black button on a remote, returning the garage door back down before heading off.

As soon at the edge of the door was returned to the bottom of the pavement, he had set a course for himself and turned his attention away to the nighttime sky. Even though that the driver was already high off the ground with gravitation force not weighing him down, he was still wary of the surrounding environment. In next to no time, the peachy pegasus had now propelled himself onward right into the starry firmament in a straightforward path on an amorphous incline. Of all the ways that he had ended up traveling about all at once, the saucer based cruiser was a rather astronomical step up from walking around on his own hooves. Under no pressure whatsoever, the driver had pressed a few buttons upon the controls and sure enough, the steely machine transformed itself into a white beam.

It didn’t take long for the peachy pegasus’ sudden disappearance to go unnoticed, a chorus of howling outward within the cold distance upon terra firma.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, everything was, by and large, more in tune with nature: the lack of structured homes was one significant indicator. The big blue sky that was harboring the silvery moon and the stars now slowly started to change shades, heralding the progress of the golden sun’s rise. A flock of birds were found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on and about. Within the dream drop distance of life was a large sea of green, each of its fiber in various combinations already creating a bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze traversed throughout the herbage inside of them as the lush landscape remained loud and proud of its structured foundation. For every piece of vegetation dwelling within had usually contained a plant capable of providing either nourishment or mortality to any living being. Given the immense size of such acreage, it had seemed that the sheer probability of finding anyone residing in here was rather nonexistent to a fault. Dense moisture of the dewdrops was being formed on the surface upon the many green grasses housing the very flora, overwhelming them all at once. All that was left to complete this very scene was at least a stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling throughout the area for whatever reason.

Standing at the edge of the forest a few dozen meters where life roamed wild was a lone cream colored mare, unperturbed by the residual nocturne. She wore her long, straightened mane and tail with one of three red ribbons holding their orange tresses together even as the wind blew every fabric. The gingerly pony donned the brilliant green ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt, all of which was accompanied by a white blouse and a red lace. She had already found herself staring at the big blue sky with jaded orbs out of anxiety, already accented by a lonely small bridge of a few freckles.

The gingerly pony had soon turned her attention towards the steady waters inside of a lake, bearing the glossy reflection of the firmament above her along with part of its surrounding environment. The calm sandbanks were the only barrier standing to go in between the two elements thereof, each composed of innumerable specks around the way as they stood still amongst the very earth. Watching over the stationary front was a small yet rock solid gray stones where darkness loomed on and about without a care in the turning world that they had been already a part of nonetheless.

She’d shivered slowly and sighed softly, “it’s five o’clock now: the sun should be rising anytime soon; as a matter of fact, where is Morty…?”

Sure enough, the gingerly pony suddenly found what had appeared to be her answer: the sudden rustling in the bushes had instantaneously gotten her on edge all at once; however, her silent response had spoken much too soon when another equine met up. At long last, the identity of the very visitor was none other than himself, his short tresses having been already riddled with a few of the existing leaves that latched onto him, hence the sound that he’d made just earlier ago that prompted her to show such caution. The sudden appearance of the peachy pegasus just recently had made the gingerly pony loosen up slowly, currently relieved to find a friendly face that brought her warmth to her visage, overwhelming the sheer cold that was overtaking her flesh at once.

“Tag–A–Long, well I’m glad to see you again…” he had greeted aloud to her, “it makes it worth getting a vasectomy just for you…”

“Really…?” the eponymous mare had quickly asked with a playful smirk all plastered upon the visage.

The peachy pegasus cleaned his hair free of the foliage and had replied to her, “look, I’m really happy about the time we had spent back in the city but I couldn’t risk giving in to temptation without using a condom like before so had gotten a vasectomy just in case I got around to seeing you around again.”

“And you did all of this just to see me or rather you were worried about plowing my fanny without getting me pregnant…?” Tag–A–Long had asked him, the air of circumspection slowly returning, “why do you think that I had you wear some protection when we were staying at the hotel, let alone ream me in the flank at the end…?”

“I’m not trying to sound ungrateful: I did appreciate the time that we had spent at Rosemound; I just wished that it was under more than pleasant circumstances…” he had calmly said to the gingerly pony.

She had taken a deep breath and sighed softly, “I know, Morty; besides, I wished I could have stopped you from walking in on my friends last time: I didn’t expect them to be going at it with each other when we’d woken up later that night…”

“Me neither…” the titular traveler stuttered and rubbed the back of his head, “can’t even believe the unicorn took a swipe at me with a vase…”

“Does it still hurt anyway…?” Tag–A–Long had asked, slowly finding the strength to move forward at once.

The peachy pegasus answered the gingerly pony, “not as much as everything else I had seen and heard since Rick came back, let alone the strangest in the very least of things. So, how is life with the troop though…?”

“Pretty great; you should have been there though: Lemon Sweet said that Trefoil has managed to defend the troop from timberwolves a fortnight ago…” she said to him happily, slowly removing her sash, “one our fellow guides suggested making a new batch of cookies using some jam from the farm to go with the peanut butter toppings…”

“Reminds me of a sandwich…” Morty had said.

It didn’t take long until Tag–A–Long gained enough distance to near her target’s face and had whispered only slowly, “it does…”

Sure enough, the gingerly pony was able to catch the peachy pegasus off–guard almost rather instantaneously by placing her lips unto him. He was speedily being assaulted with the surface of her tongue as she locked lips with his own, providing a bantam amount of similar tastes. In due time, the two ponies had started to wrap around each other lightly and gently with their very arms, burning bright a rose tinted shade. Soon, their eyes were closed when the kiss they had shared grew in strength, trading each other’s flavors as she ran his fingers behind his shirt. Hereon, the libidinous pair got more eager, their mouths finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping about in the process. In a matter of moments, the overwhelming ecstasy had Morty resting his hand upon one of Tag–A–Long’s flanks, earning a sensuous moan. Only then did the gingerly pony returned the favor by removing the peachy pegasus’ little yellow shirt off of his frail body almost immediately.

“Oh my God; why does it feels so freaking cold?!” he had screeched aloud, breaking away from her, “I can feel my skin freezing throughout me…”

“It’s a good thing that I found a hot spring nearby the forest: that way, we won’t have to worry about catching a death of cold after when we’re done…” Tag–A–Long had sighed happily before removing her green beret.

It didn’t even take long for Morty to watch the moonlight cascade across the gingerly mare, her features currently bathing about in the sea of cosmological photons. Even though that the peachy pegasus was already aware of her two–toned tresses, the fact that each fiber all shined brightly was enough to make them both smile. Tag–A–Long’s eyes now shone like emeralds as they have become enveloped with need, longing, and unbridled mayhem to be quenched by the likes of him. With Morty now locked in a trance, the gingerly pony took the time to cast off her shirt onto the brilliant green, her ample cleavage just instantaneously in full view. All that was left for the peachy pegasus was to cast aside his jeans and briefs as she had started sliding out of her green skirt and pink knickers; soon, they were freed.

The sheer cold of the airstreams had caused his yard to coarsen, making its timid owner chuckle, “no use in waiting…”

“Indeed…” Tag–A–Long sighed, moving closely to Morty as she had quickly embraced the gentle breeze, “the dawn will arrive soon…”

Sure enough, the very equines soon seized this very golden opportunity, already finding the time and effort to embrace one another again, this time completely unbound of textiles from long ago. Eventually at once, the gingerly pony’s narrow whispering eye was now firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out a small passionate but heavy breath from her very mouth in the process. Already, the peachy pegasus started resting his very hands on her flank and back at once, slowly planting his muzzle upon hers as he had started running his tongue against the latter like before. Tag–A–Long didn’t care about the fact that both sets of clothing were currently at their hooves, already feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements all at once. Throughout the very ordeal, the gingerly pony had slowly wrapped her arms around the back of Morty’s neckline in an attempt to keep him closer as they trading momentum with one another. In due time, 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. Now gearing up from the peachy pegasus‘ shaft in her, each intensely pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants, verging on the loss of her standing. Grasping onto his back tightly, Tag–A–Long also felt his grip tightening as her very body had threatened to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, Morty had begun shooting in the path of the gingerly pony’s very sheath, its searing heat of the very expulsion made her very face burn brightly as she started sweating about at once.

“Tag–A–Long, are you okay…?” the peachy pegasus asked the aforementioned individual as she had still held onto him.

At this point, she had slowly answered him, “doesn’t it seem like the kind of question I would have asked…?”

“I suppose that must be a yes…” Morty sighed, earning a slow nod from Tag–A–Long almost instantaneously; afterwards, they were locked in a brief but intense moment of osculation: of the two, only the former had regained the strength to break away and continued, “considering the last time we did something like that back at the city before, we were so happy to keep on going.”

“You especially grew to like me taking it all quickly in the backdoor; of course, I would love to savor the flavor first before we get to that: your s’more–like taste is yearning…” the gingerly pony cooed before slipped away with a smirk.

As soon as she met the peachy pegasus’ waist, she’d now bent down on her knees and glanced at his sodden prepuce with a profligate grin while quietly giggling quietly at its rigidly high length. Initially, Tag–A–Long used her hands to knead the yard around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, he had currently felt it slowly spring on up towards her muzzle slowly but surely. Sure enough, the gingerly pony’s own tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid Morty’s shaft around, her cold salivation making contact caused him to grit all teeth with a smile. With the peachy pegasus standing up straight, all he could do was rest his hands onto 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 had erupted from his prepuce, whether or not it’d be in the former’s deep throat. Slowly but surely, Morty pushed himself into the gingerly pony gently as she started to lick him clean, his frigid inactivity now melting into a basic compliance of balanced temperatures united. The peachy pegasus barely help himself but drool and blush now more than ever as he felt her tongue run around the yard, his hands holding around the back of her head as she slurped about. Within due time, Tag–A–Long had driveled onto his shaft for some significant time ‘til her very mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, prompting her to swallow it all before breaking away.

It wasn’t long until Morty snapped out of his libidinous daze as the gingerly pony began to catch what was left upon her lips, prompting the former to ask the latter immediately, “how does it taste now…?”

“Way better than last time now that I remember, let alone much sweeter…” she had said to the peachy pegasus, “but still not as sweet as you…”

“Now for the fun part…” Tag–A–Long chuckled as she stood up straight once again, this time only finding the opportunity to turn her back towards him literally as she displayed her haunches with a wave of the tail and the residue from the initial endeavor trailing down throughout the left leg as well.

Entranced by the gingerly pony’s current features, Morty seized the moment and cried aloud, “I’m ready…!”

Eventually, she had now felt the peachy pegasus plant his prepuce deep inside of her own fundament slowly but surely along with both of his hands upon the sides as well with such ease. At first, the movement had started slow like before, gaining some momentum as he watched Tag–A–Long bend forward until her eyes had faced the solid earth underneath their very hooves. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did Morty start feeling his yard slowly regain its strength as the gingerly pony moaned softly with every grind amongst their very integuments. During the whole time, she had rested her hands upon her knees and thought about reaching down into her whispering eye for pleasure; of course, the peachy pegasus had helped her with it. Engulfed by the burning sensation upon their faces, Tag–A–Long was now moaning the loudest since her waistline was being occupied at both ends by the likes of him all at the same time. Verging on the edge of a discharge, their collective momentum increased on and about almost immediately as Morty still bounced against the gingerly mare with such growing determination. It wasn’t long until the peachy pegasus started losing his grip onto her and she was also suffering a similar situation; nevertheless, she didn’t mind the discomfort within themselves all at once. Even though their hooves were about ready to give way, Tag–A–Long had finally squealed aloud as he’d emptied himself into her croup eventually, finally satisfied by the payoff of their labors.

“Hah…!” the gingerly mare had heaved as she broke away from Morty at once, collapsing onto the ground with little warning in exhaustion yet still finding the remaining strength to stand only upon her very knees, “I wish that they would have given badges out for performances much like yours, let alone my friends, Savanna and Trefoil…”

“With all due respect, my father says that would have been grounds for expulsion…” the peachy pegasus had responded gently with intermittent panting as his own hooves had threaten to betray him.

Slowly, she had stood back up and began to snigger, “why else do you think I picked a hot springs for a location here, silly…?”

“Oh, I see then, no use in getting dirty…” he sighed as he had started to catch his own breath once again, “what’s the temperature like…?”

“A hundred degrees… Lebenheit, as what your kind back home would call it…” Tag–A–Long answered as she’d watched Morty finding the residing strength to head on out towards the lake at once.

It didn’t take long until the peachy pegasus flew into the water at once, splashing the sand and grass behind him; within only seconds, his body was then submerged into the target location at once before quickly resurfacing back up to face the gingerly mare as it had just reached up to the waistline, raising both of his hands out from the very water after wiping his baby blue eyes clean.

Slowly, he had laughed timidly and called out to her all at once, “it’s just like a sauna; what are you waiting for…?”

“Just need to organize our clothes together; at least by sunrise we’ll know that they haven’t been blown or taken away by the time we’re done…” Tag–A–Long had answered, folding Morty’s clothes before placing a small rock upon themselves, “alright then, let’s get all washed up now…”

Soon, the gingerly mare had now joined the peachy pegasus at once, currently climbing into the achromatic liquid surface slowly as she too became saturated by the abundant heat and moisture overwhelming her body in the midst of making her way towards him while the water had cleansed and clothed themselves all at once.

Both equines had taken the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once more, this time with feeling as they became soft and wet from the heated lake they were in. The two tongues had danced around against each other as they were vying for dominance as their owners’ faces were burning bright both internally and otherwise from the very passionate ordeal. Upon reaching their apex, they had both broken away from their and started catching their own breaths like they’d done before yet still remained closer to one another within the body of water.

“God, it’s so perfect out here: with no one to disturb us, we have the whole lake to ourselves; I wish this would last longer…” Morty exhaled.

Tag–A–Long had cooed and spoke back, “I know and it would be long until Princess Celestia raises the sun; very fitting for the likes of us to witness it happen to start the day here in Equestria…”

“At least the sun doesn’t scream continuously when it’s in the sky, just like at home…” the peachy pegasus said to the gingerly mare, “come to think of it, what would you think of coming over to my place for a visit sometime soon…?”

“I’ll consider the gesture, Morty…” she had sighed before giving him yet another kiss on the lips with little warning whatsoever.

At long last, the two ponies were in alone in the small world that was the lake, no longer bound by the concerns of either the past or future at all like before. In the endeavor of their chance encounter all at once, Morty now rested both of his arms right around Tag–A–Long’s body as she had sat in front of him. Most of all, they had both slowly straightaway snuggled swelteringly in heat of the night, staring on outward to the starry skies above them already with ease. Soon, they would both take solace in the very fact that the next day was right around the corner and be there to watch it happen right before their very eyes.