Primrose

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Random, Crossover, Sex, Rick and Morty, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 16630

Clopfic: Mortimer x Tag–A–Long; also, it's a crossover story with Rick and Morty, inspired by the artworks of huckser and a distant dream from around last year. A supply run takes a sharp turn, thanks to a delay foisted upon a young visitor.

City life itself is one of continuous hustle and bustle, where residence and commercialization can go hand in hand when it comes to people from all walks of life commuting to and from there for whatever reason and that of Rosemound alone is no different from the rest of the other cosmopolitans within Equestria.

Speaking of which, a pair of visitors end up traveling to Equestria from another dimension, one that is similar to this one except with more lifeforms and technological advancements only a genius scientist of the highest caliber would make on a whim; of course, said intellectual isn't flying solo in this case.

Generally speaking, a crash landing leaves the two stranded, causing Rick to send out his passenger and his grandson, Morty on a trip to a hardware store northwest from a riverside park; little did he know, the young one ends up getting sidetracked and comes across somepony also visiting the city who decides to give him a time of his life the latter will easily remember.

NOTE: All (anthropomorphized) characters featured in this story are aged up into adulthood in compliance with FIMFiction's rules!

Published 2017-08-29 04:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-25 14:18:22 UTC

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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.

Resplendent

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.

Recoil

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.

Reprisal

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 a few days ago; however, this is still a Mature fimfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can cause I have a surprise: this chapter will contain some light bloodshed.

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; of course, this will also mean that the end is already nigh but in a good way for the lot of us.

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 feel that now is the time that Summer deserves to unleash some payback on the writer after walking in on her brother last time; speaking of which, at least this can serve as catharsis for those of you in the audience who didn't like my clopfic (initially).

Reprisal

The azure wholesome skies and its puffy white clouds had set the atmosphere in play as it circled the world's hemisphere with the golden yellow sun now rising up. The breeze was so gentle it titled the trees back and forth peacefully and carefully even as some didn't move at all; even the birds' sang in a twittering set of chirps. The flowers sprouted up from beneath the soil and kissed the fertile jade grass all while dancing around and about amongst the critters that trudged about nearby. A few automobiles of all shapes, sizes, makes, and even models drove through and around every single inch of paving thereof to get to where their owners wanted. People were seen leaving home, most of whom kissed their spouses and/or hugged their brood before setting outward to start the day that was right around them.

There was only a house with only one window being lit on; more descriptively, it was accommodated with everything that anyone could find in an average room. The ceiling had a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the main source of light in this room like usual ceilings had, carrying only wooden panels. The background of the vast bedroom was surrounded in a pale green while being two yards away from the epicenter; beneath was the flooring, wooden like the fan as well. Like so, there was a sleigh bed resting against the wall fluffy yet small and donned in a harmless white comforter with chocolate sheets accompanied by matching pillows. There was also a long beige sofa that people would have sat on next to a coffee table as it had currently held two bags: one, a pewter tote; the other, a purple backpack. About two dressers were varied by size: one was big and wide enough to hold a television set above; the other dresser was merely standing next to a small computer in use.

Sitting directly in front of the electronic device was a lone blue stallion with his face illuminated by the squared screen he was staring into already. The occupant in question wore a black coiffure with its very tresses already shaped in a large raggedy afro with so many neglected loose ends. All that the young blue pony wore upon his body was a white shirt with long sleeves and a pair of blue shorts running past the owner’s kneecaps. Yearning out from the light brown irises, its owner was currently focused on a large paragraph of black alphanumerical text already squinting about.

“Finally, at last my magnum opus has been finally completed: all this years of writing have paid off as I finish my autobiography; look out world because there’s a new writer ready to win a Polieren Prize…!” he had cried out loud with overwhelming joy as he rose from his seat and outstretched his left arm.

As the blue pony basked about in the arrogant afterglow, a small cloud of electrons grew upon the adjacent partition buzzing about. Soon enough, the surging sparks had suddenly shaped themselves into a flat circle all swirly with several shades simulating a shamrock. Holding on its own form for a few seconds, it’d spat out another equine like himself but much drastically different than the former.

A lone olive unicorn stepped onto the floor and locked eyes with the blue pony whom had quickly shrunken back away from the moving shape at once. The invader had possessed a solid carroty shade of color right upon both the mane and tail, the former already resting at the nape of the owner’s neckline. Even though that the olive unicorn was heavily dressed in dark clothes, the top part of the wearer’s torso sticking out was proof of such femininity. She was currently peering outward with shades of peridot, both of which gleamed about with toxicity thanks to the black paint underlining them literally.

It wasn’t long until the olive unicorn ran up and punched him square in the muzzle, sending him flying onto the bed but destroying the computer in the process; afterwards, she had growled, “how the fuck do you like it, you goddamn sicko?!”

“What the Hell is your problem, you cunt?” the blue pony coughed out, blood and teeth escaping as well, “that computer cost a fortune…!”

“Fuck the damned computer and fuck you too, fiddler…!” she screamed before grabbing him by the neck into a literal chokehold all at once.

Even though that the blue pony attempted to fight back against his attacker, he couldn’t break free as his vision of the latter became blurry. The narrow line of eyesight was shrinking slowly but surely as his own feelings of triumph and satisfaction turned to trepidation and anger. Clamped onto the blue pony’s neckline firmly, the olive unicorn was pounds per square inches away from ending his movements and life. Hearing him struggling for air was tantamount to begging for his worthless existence in her eyes and ears all observing rather contemptuously.

Suddenly, the olive unicorn broke away at once, confusing her victim as the blue pony had struggled to breathe again, “why…?”

“You brought this on yourself, bitch: that was my baby brother Morty you were writing about…!” she had answered, pulling out a small glass jar of yellow liquid and smashed it onto his head with little warning, “I hope you get your keister expanded and then some in the joint, you shit–snorting deviant; but until then, rest in piss…!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… YOU FUCKING CUNT, I’M BLIND… I’M FUCKING BLIND…!” the blue pony shrieked instantaneously as he was soaking about in the odorous fluid along with the blood and saliva upon his face as the shards were cutting into his skin almost immediately.

The swirling shape from earlier ago reappeared as the olive unicorn trotted away but not before dispatching a pair of long fingers extended towards her victim’s freshly damaged visage with an utter lack of mirth and an abundance of extreme displeasure.

Reception

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it’d be the sheer darkness taking no time whatsoever to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things that had counteracted the situation at hand. For starters, there were rather infinite clusters of comets and stars in every shape and size possible shining above with only the crescent concave watching them all at once, brighter than diamonds and even heavier than burritos. Of course, even without 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, a few being fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the darkened blades of grass surrounding it all on a solid plane of existence alongside with the concrete pathways that were intersecting one another in more ways than just simple straight lines. In the background had rested an abundance of skyscrapers standing outside in the cold distance, each of them adorned with static electricity concentrated firmly on illuminating the quadrangular shapes in a monochromatic afterglow.

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’d 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 an opened garage door that was in a darker shade, a backboard hang inches away from a rooftop’s angle where a satellite dish stood.

At this point onward, a little red car was found to be pulling up to the driveway, entering the garage almost immediately real slowly. As soon as its engine was shut off, a tall white unicorn stepped out wearing long luscious locks of goldenrod running past the neckline. A red blouse was already donned upon her very body, already instantaneously accompanied by a pair of some midnight blue jeans as well. All of the white mare’s eyes were opened to find its owner’s pupils bearing the brightness of an ocean blue dulled and listless to a fault.

“I’m glad the day’s about over…” she’d sighed.

It wasn’t long until the white mare met with another tall unicorn, albeit a blue stallion with saliva curling down his wrinkly muzzle. He’d possessed a lighter shade of color right upon his mane and tail, spiky and unkempt; addition, he also donned a unibrow. The blue unicorn donned a big white coat along with a light aquamarine shirt and brown khakis held together by a lone black belt. Like her, he peered out with blue eyes except the world of midnight was within them both almost without a care in the whole world.

The elder unicorn greeted, “rough day at work…?”

“Usual…” the younger counterpart answered before trotting away, “see you in the morning, Dad…”

Needless to say, he was alone, now sitting in a chair and facing a screen.

Author's Note

What's up, bitches? This is your host Pony Rick in the hizzouse and I want to say that I'm glad that this creepy story is over already; good thing my Summer beat the shit out of the writer!

Besides, we got one more adventure to go on before we wrap things up for the rest of the whole fucking year but look on the bright side: you ain't going be read about my grandson getting laid awkwardly like some homemade porn star!

After all, I'm still going to find more of that fagara dipping sauce because it's my three– hooved stallion and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get that flavoring; I ain't ever going let anyone stop me from getting to the end: no magical incestuous cunts, no National Socialist alt–right cyborgs, and certainly no perverted sexually frustrated twat of a writer with ASD who lives with his parents in some sleepy ass town thirty leagues from the surface of the fucking ocean!

To those of you who want to see more ponies, support that white alicorn redhead's legacy by watching the show and the movie; to those of you who want see Rick and Morty go on an adventure with your President Ohana but not that Don Rung, tune in this Sunday for the season finale of their adventure!

Quoting the words of yours truly, Ricardo de la Sancho, "wubba lubba dub dub…!"