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 week; 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 this one will be a breather from the clop material I had subjected y'all to weeks ago; at this rate, you're probably wondering if it's truly finished and to this I can say but briefly: yes (and no).

Nevertheless, I just want to state for the record two things to those who may have forgotten what I had said in the previous chapters: 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 this one because I felt bad about sandbagging Rick from the story by leaving him absent a chapter ago; speaking of which, at least the notes from previously have been fixed to the top at once like they should be.

Recoil

Darkness was the only way of how the small world was working, let alone the real world in and of itself to say the very least; as a matter of fact, the small world in question is indeed the real world and vice versa nonetheless. The jet black void was all that could be seen but not heard, felt, tasted, or smelled; yet, it can be also sensed as well anyways, devoid of even a modicum of light bearing any hue whatsoever to permeate throughout its entirety. For a moment, it would have seemed that all was completely lost, its own mere fate already sealed and set in stone to say the least before the very beginning; as such, nothing else was going to even change that in the slightly.

Without any warning whatsoever, a loud gasp was emitted from there, creating an anomaly that gave such a darkness some semblance of life whatsoever: it was amongst at least two new voices being nothing more than ragged panting and wheezing from between intervals; before long, the haphazard breathing had been destabilized. In its place was the shuffling about in a somewhat reckless abandon, each and every single move making contact with the small dimensional boundaries already surrounding the whole time no less intermixed with the sounds of creaking and springing increasing the very noise pollution just almost completely in the process of things. Then, there had appeared to be fabric finding itself brushed up against it all, the jet black void being but a witness to such many things from inside itself; without warning, blunt surfaces began tapping onto the floor, their texture being a whole different story compared to the walls closing in on the owner’s minimalist movement. All that had remained was a but faint snigger from one of the few occupants, a small snort or two notwithstanding as the oxygen itself had gotten sucked into all of the nostrils gently, the silent voices now metamorphosed into a moan, ghastly as it were but rather interrupted by the choking respiration within the larynges altogether.

“I hadn’t have something shoved way up inside my own flank since high school…” one voice, masculine but wimpy was heard within the jet black void.

It wasn’t long until a brief legato of laughter was also heard, bearing a firm but feminine tenderness before only replying slowly, “wait until I make you cum like the little gelding you are…”

“Hey Morty, have you seen my cell–––” another feminine voice was heard, albeit in more inquiring contralto as it had preceded a click and turn with a small creaking when the darkness was chased away, “OH GOD…!”

The source of the recent question that had stopped cold instantly originated from a lone olive unicorn jumping back at once, whitened as a ghost. The eyewitness had possessed a solid carroty shade of color right upon her mane and tail, the former already wrapped up neatly in a small bunch. She had donned a big pink shirt that was devoid of sleeves holding onto its nauseous owner by both shoulders and accompanied by white culottes. The olive unicorn was currently peering outward with shades of peridot, both of which gleaming about despite their rather collectively shrunken state.

The eyewitness found that the surroundings from beyond the brown door now left her reeling about with her hands over the curvilinear muzzle. The very background in its entirety, although white like her very trousers was adorned with posters and offset by some thick baby blue outline. Resting beneath the olive unicorn’s hooves was the brilliant green carpeting already accented by a circular blue rug with many spheres and clusters. Only a small predominately blue dresser was found to carrying a lamp with a red shade and the base reminiscent of a gray elephant with a long tail. A window was found across from her line of eyesight, already obscured by a set of curtains and drapes already brimming with golden experience. Even though that the shelf on the left had some books, they were overshadowed by an abundance of certain trinkets representing various interests. The crimson desk on the opposite side was almost bare, carrying only a small foam rocket and the jet black lamp at the same side near the wall.

Notably, the eyewitness had focused in at the two ponies who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the bed at the corner of the room, both sets of clothing all cast aside near them. Each of them had possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, a pair of cool colored shade circling around their pupils, and a shocked demeanor donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that the olive unicorn had taken notice upon arrival, aside from their heated sweating bodies which had displayed their own contrasting chests throughout.

Speaking of the two though, the eyewitness was already able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time despite the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the stallion that was residing on top was a peachy pegasus whereas the other equine residing beneath was but a creamy mare, lacking wings and horn. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane straightened and rounded into a circle whereas the latter, a ginger possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn sundials on both of his flanks while the gingerly mare donned some stencils of an equine’s monochromatic silhouette. Out of the two in heat, the brunet bore eyes of baby blue bombarded with overwhelming strain whereas the other occupant had jade orbs clouded with libidinous.

“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR, SUMMER…!” the peachy pegasus exclaimed all wide eyed as he'd quickly covered his waistline.

Sure enough, the olive unicorn slammed the door loudly as she bolted away from the room, the colors of various shades from there falling out of place. The eyewitness watched as the paint from her stardust memory began swirling about as the many ripples and wrinkles in time ran amok upon the scenery. As if she could barely take in the sights of what had taken place earlier, she’d started storming off with one of her hands still upon the muzzle at once. Reeling back from the sight, Summer felt her throat become warm and bitter as a great discharge was now in the making, gurgling and filling the mouth.

Almost instantaneously, the olive unicorn had found sanctuary, already freed from the sight of the two unclothed equines that had dominated her mind. The flooring within was drastically different, a set of tessellated planks lying directly underneath her very hooves, all made from some ligneous cellulose. All four walls were adorned in a dark shroud of brown tiles, save for some patches of lightly jaded beads at the lower regions of the entire surface area. While that the lavatory had no windows whatsoever, it did, however, possess a large mirror in a circular shape that was being faceted by some big lights. Nevertheless, Summer was accommodated with the presence of a toilet, a sink, a hamper, and a tub with a shower head poking out from the wall as well.

As such, the olive unicorn had scurried over to the open toilet and began to let loose an assortment of lukewarm hues upon the water below. The chunky salsa of nausea had splattered into a wayward cluster out of her mouth as they were all instantly contained within the downward stream. As bad enough that Summer had already knew and remembered what it was, even the mere sight of it all helped her become at ease with the present.

It was at this moment when the olive unicorn was greeted by a wayward grunt, “must’ve been a nice way to walk like an Aegean…”

“Huh…?” she choked out almost immediately before turning around to face the source of the new voice, “grandpa?!”

At this point in time, Summer was greeted by the sight of another stallion; unlike the brunet from earlier, he was fully clothed and stoic to a fault. For starters, the one already standing at the doorway was a tall dark blue unicorn with saliva curling down his wrinkly muzzle barely straight. Secondly, the onlooker possessed a lighter shade of color right upon his mane and tail, spiky and unkempt; in addition, he had donned a unibrow. Third of all, he had donned a big white coat opened enough to show a light aquamarine shirt and some brown khaki with a black belt holding them. The blue unicorn was peering out towards the olive unicorn with the world of midnight nearing what appeared to be almost devoid of emotion.

“I take that you’ve walked in on them fooling around just now…” the onlooker replied as the olive unicorn backed away from the privy.

Even though that she forgot to flush the toilet, she’d replied slowly, “how long have they been at this…?”

“Probably a few months at best…” he burped, taking a swig from a metal flask, “or was it weeks… anyways, I want to ask you something: are you currently engaged in any other assignments this week…?”

“As if: Dimension D–94 was too easy; besides, watching the east coast being all flooded had made Aquaplanet look like The Halfling…” Summer scoffed as she had strolled on out of the lavatory at once past her grandfather.

The blue unicorn flushed the toilet and said, “well you’re not going to believe this: I’ve been in my shed doing interdimensional diagnostics and I have reason to believe that Morty’s behavior is far from coincidence; I believe it had something to do with that wormhole to that city we had ended up being sent to since that time.”

“Does it also explain why he has a girlfriend all of the sudden; then, where does that leave Jessica …?” the olive unicorn hacked up, still tortured by the memories of the peachy pegasus’ nudity, “could my brother be in danger…?”

“Yes and no to your respective questions: apparently, there’s another dimension out there known as L23η8 that came up all of the sudden and it’s filled to the brim with all sorts of weirdos, just like the internet but more powerful; although the influence upon him is benign, it has caused me nothing but trouble in essence…” he’d explained as the chunky discharge swam down the drain.

This prompted her to raise an eyebrow as she had inquired almost immediately, “like what, Grandpa Rick…?”

“Remember when I had said something about that wormhole earlier…?” the eponymous eyewitness answered back, “it had sent us to a dimension that happened to point out that we were standing upon the mainland of Equestria: it had looked a lot like our dimension except that there were more horses than I can count; Morty even mentioned the lack of other intelligent animals. Anyways, I had sent him out to a hardware store up the street with some money to buy some tools so he can help me repair the ship; but, he didn’t show up until hours later when the sun went down. It didn’t take long until I was catching onto what that disobedient snot was doing since then: I had recalled the fact that he spoke about getting a vasectomy about several weeks ago.”

“How did Morty end up doing that…?” Summer asked as she’d faced the blue unicorn all at once.

He scoffed at his granddaughter, “it doesn’t matter… just follow me into the garage and I’ll provide you the tools for the assignment; at least I know that you’re more responsible, compared to loverboy.”

“Alright, I will…” the olive unicorn said as she'd trotted further ahead past Rick at once, “anything to get this disgusting memory out of my fucking head already…”

“Agreed, I don’t recall raising any pharaohs or bluebloods in this family…” the blue unicorn burped before taking another swig from the container.