Author's Note

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

Considering that this is my first anthology clopfic, I would like to start off at once by saying this chapter was based on an assignment from a community college course of Creative Writing back a few years ago; on a similar note, it's obviously clear getting the reference to this chapter title would be no contest so to speak since it's on the nose.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; having said that now, enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.

Trapped In The Closet

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.

Then without so much as a warning, a refrain of beeping cut through the sound barrier like a hot knife through butter despite being muffled about. Out of the very few possibilities being unveiled rather slowly, only one stood out amongst the lights and sounds: a young gray mare scowling. Donned upon her very visage was but a singular wide lens pair of eyeglasses with a cerulean frame already being held securely in place at once. The young gray mare had a simple teal blouse worn upon her torso, complete with some small red buttons fastening them all the way to the top. A rubber band colored in a hue matching her very spectacles tied itself around the silvery tresses as it created a short synthetic tail at the very end. A long beige skirt was instantly found to be already adorned firmly around the young gray mare’s waistline, bearing the image of fine flowers.

“What’s up, Diamond…?” she asked into the illuminated spring green rectangular device all quietly.

In a matter of seconds, a response went into the owner’s ear: although feminine like herself, it was constricted by airwaves; nevertheless, her answer came, “hey Silver, did you get anything on that candy–ass bicycle…?”

“Nope, not yet: I wasn’t fast enough to leave the house; damned dullard…” the eponymous observer spoke back in turn, pushing her left hand out in front to see a narrow light, “I can’t fucking believe that they’ve returned so soon…!”

“You mean her and that retard of a coltfriend, am I right…?” Diamond scoffed as the listener silently inspected the area in front of the latter.

Silver had slowly backed away and replied all at once, “apparently, it’s likely that Twist is showering all of the sudden; of course, I could have expected them fucking at this point: the water would’ve been a nice touch…”

“Speaking of touch, it isn’t like that she hadn’t tried petting the kitty whenever she had got the chance…” the caller laughed as the listener shut the door in front of her all at once, “besides, that floozy usually would rather have herself reamed.”

“Yeah…” Silver sighed softly and slowly.

The shuffling of hooves was making their way nearby the listener, prompting herself to hold still and silent to prevent unnecessary attention from being focused onto herself. Silver held the screen up to her own face closely, keeping the light of the very electronic from moving freely enough to not give away her location in any form or fashion. Although that the hoofbeats were quiet, the listener was careful enough to refrain from making any sudden gestures that would bring trouble upon herself and the caller.

It didn’t take long for the sounds from beyond the closet to fade away slowly but surely, the owner’s identity still a mystery in the young gray mare’s mind; at the same time, Diamond asked, “Silver, what’s wrong…?”

“Nothing: just had to listen to that dopey dolt of a dullard drudging on in the bedroom; he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but that doesn’t make him blind…” the aforementioned listener answered with an audible whisper, “at this rate, it won’t be long until that pasty little slut steps out of the shower and sleeps with Snails already…”

“Preferably in the nude…” the caller replied with a quiet snort in return as the occupant blushed about.

Silver maintained her composure and said to Diamond, “well, I’m gonna try to hold out until they fall sleep tonight and I hope they do it soon; my parents want me to return home before midnight.”

“Same here; I hope that redhead doesn’t catch you on the way out the door…” the caller whispered back, “g’night, Silver…!”

Darkness was now settling all around the young gray mare as she became cloaked deeply into it without any exposure. Accompanying Silver was a light that was from the cellphone, giving a glimpse to the dark coat she had on the visage. Within that very skin was a single scowl sewn shallowly into the system like some silk unto that of submissive slaves.

“I want to know what that hayseed ever even sees into that hussy redhead…” the young gray mare scoffed under breath as she had her finger on the corner of the device.

Within moments, the creaking of floors emitting from behind her as they were followed by giggling, “I had thuch a great night out on the town tonight, Thquirmy…”

“So did I, Lula…” the aforementioned one cooed warmly, “watching the swarm of fireflies was the best thing that’s happened around these parts.”

“Not ath much ath being there with you the whole time…” the male’s lover laughed warmly, infecting him with her emotions.

Unbeknownst to them, Silver listened in onto the bubbly conversation they were engaged in and wondered, “I can’t believe that dopey looking guy like Snails of all people would choose that anal cunt Twist…!”

For what it was worth, both ears now perked up to the acute sounds of grunting and straining as dialogue exchanged between them continued on without interruption. Even though that the listener was completely out of their sights and vice versa, that did not mean the former couldn’t paint a picture of what was already being done. Despite dwelling within the deep and dank darkness, the young gray mare could now begin to feel herself swirling on and about in the very unknown of ambiguity.

“Mm–hmm, for thuch a meaty package, you mutht be packing in tho much creamy goodneth in there…” Twist had sighed as she soon slurped about in mere seconds, “it feelth like my body ith gonna be ready for thith one…”

“Aren’t you going to need some protection for this one; I don’t wanna get you knocked up now, right…?” Snails hiccupped about at once.

A slight giggle had made its way across the listener’s ears as a reply was soon followed afterwards, “who thaid that I wanted you to knock me up, thilly…?”

“Oh fuck: these two are going to be at it all night; I can’t seem to find my way out of there…” Silver groaned softly as she held herself up against a barrier, holding in the contents of her stomach, “I’m about to lose my lunch soon…”

“Are you ready for this…?” he had asked the female accompanying him softly.

A moment of silence fell about before it was broken by the amorous Twist who answered Snails, “yeth… let thith exquithite anal thlut pleathe you, Thnailth…”

“This won’t end well for me…” the young gray mare groaned as her face became jaded, “Celestia, please give me strength…”

“Oooh, feisty filly…” the young male whinnied lustfully as his lover had giggled giddily onward.

It wasn’t long until Silver heard Twist coo, “go on and do your wortht; punith that whore who ith in front of you…”

“Oh, fuck they’re actually doing it already…” the young gray mare pondered onward as she rested her hand upon her muzzle, the conversation beyond her penetrating both ears, “why must I be tortured this way; what have I done?!”

“Right there, Thnailth; don’t hold back: I want you to cum in my flankth…!” the titular target’s lover moaned shrilly.

As he grunted about, Silver struggled to swallow a lump that formed into her throat crying, “dammit…!”

Sure enough, the colors of various shades from within the darkness had quickly started falling out of place before the young gray mare’s purple eyes all at once. The paint from her stardust memory began swirling about as the many ripples and wrinkles in time had currently ran amok upon the minimalistic scenery easily. As if Silver could barely take in the sights of what was taking place earlier, she had suddenly started stripping away her blouse and wrapped it over the muzzle. Retaining resolve, the young gray mare felt her throat becoming warm and bitter, a great discharge now in the making, all gurgling and filling the mouth.

At long last, Silver had clenched her eyes and began to let loose an assortment of lukewarm hues upon the fabric that was once hugging her body. The chunky salsa of nausea had splattered into a wayward cluster out of the young gray mare, all instantly contained within the tainted textiles. Even though that Silver had only the smallest amount of light guiding her, even the mere scent of it all had left her unnerved thanks to the confines.

“Oh, Thnailth… you are tho thlow…” Twist had softly moaned, each word spoken with tender limpness, “but although theady…”

“It seems that the rumors were true: Twist loves it when other ponies play with her rump…” the young gray mare thought to herself as she focused on the light in front, now down to her blue brassiere, “and I had to listen to them talking dirty to each other as well; I hope they finish soon…”

“You have some red stuff leaking; you okay, Twist…?” the young male asked gently, prompting Silver to etch forward gently.

As the young gray mare moved forward, the eponymous recipient replied, “don’t worry about me, thilly: at leatht you were being thoughtful enough to wear a condom ath a precaution; bethideth, I bet that you’re famithed already…”

“But I thought that we’ve already eaten at the theater…” Snails said so suddenly, “after all, mom said that too much junk food is bad for you?”

“No shit, Tanky…” Silver scoffed silently.

It wasn’t long until Twist tittered on teetering toward tenderness, “not when it involveth having thome dethert thtraight from the hot lipth of a confectioner…?”

“It seems that they haven’t caught up with me yet; however, the stench is going to be the death of me should I get caught…” the young gray mare thought to herself as the noxious aroma still lingered onward as the other two laughed in the background, “I don’t even know what’s worse, although I feel tempted to suffer the puke instead.”

“What do you thay, Thnailth: wanna go thikthty–nine…?” the aforementioned individual’s lover giggled.

Silver recoiled in horror only silently, slinking back slowly with only her hands firmly upon the ground to guide her throughout the closet. The sharp scent of the discharge that originated from the young gray mare had already reminded her of what the two just did not long ago. Yet, Silver had resisted the reasonable impulse to burst out from the darkness and give away her very location almost rather immediately.

The young gray mare sighed and implore, “please end this already…”

Heavy breaths escaped from their mouth with only Twist moaning quietly in delight initially for Silver to listen very carefully. Immediately, there were some wet, smacking noises as they caused young gray mare visualize the performers in the distance. The collective moaning between themselves, though stifled, continued on with reckless abandon as they gained some volume.

“Mmm…” the other mare sighed, “thtill freth…”

“I better open up a bit before I vomit again…” Silver sighed as she had slowly moved her hand towards the small line of light and opened it.

It wasn’t long until the young gray mare peered out at the bedroom; although it wasn’t actually the true concept of royalty, it still had things that were still considered based on all the others in the average home. The ceiling above them had possessed a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the main source of light in the room, burning brightly as they alone were all left to their own very devices. The background, better yet known as the walls that served as the very foundation itself, was already surrounded in a rich light chocolate shade, filled to the brim with texture and depth all too appetizing. The floor beneath them was basked in a tufted oriental carpentry which though it was rich in the dark color of pink, it was purchased at a fair bargain and then later vacuumed and steam cleaned afterwards. Two different windows were present: one of them, a bay window in a layered set of shutters underneath the closed golden curtains up north; the other, a casement window in the adjacent point already. The sleigh bed that had rested against the wall, though fluffy yet small, was donned in a shade of grounded cherry accompanied by snow white pillows, despite being torn asunder at that very moment in time. Only one vanilla dresser was already found directly close to the very bedside upon which that carried a lamp and a clock that would tell of time, both of them already off and unplugged for pure certainty.

Notably, Silver now had focused in at the two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the bed near the window, one set of clothing cast aside nearby them. Each of them currently possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, purple eyes all reeking of libidinousness, and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that the young gray mare had taken notice upon arrival, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting chests.

Speaking of the two thereof, Silver 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 pony currently residing on top was a pasty white mare whereas the other equine whom currently rested underneath was but a golden unicorn. Secondment, the former was a redhead, wearing her elongated frizzy coiffure with strands out of place whereas the latter possessed only tidy turquoise tresses. Thirdly, Twist wore a pair of candy canes affixed into the shape of a heart on both flanks while Snails donned a purple gastropod with a shell in a darker shade. Out of the two, the redhead bore irises of light fuchsia focused onto the elongated shaft while the grassy counterpart had dark indigo orbs targeting her sheath.

Seeing their very bodies mutually inverted toward each other was one thing in the purple eyes of the young gray mare; the other thing that caused her to avert both eyes was the pasty white pony broking away from the tip while moaning, “right there, Thnailth; get all of that thweet thtuff in your mouth…”

“I don’t believe what I am fucking seeing: not only is that twat still going at it with that retard, his dick happens to be this big; not even Pipsqueak could last this long…!” Silver silently exclaimed, despite being at a loss of words vocally as she watched the redhead forward her lips upon the prepuce, “and yet…”

“Ahhh…” the golden unicorn sighed as his lips were becoming drenched in mixture of both fluids.

It wasn’t long until the young gray mare found a wayward hand to be running down her waistline in a daze, still maintaining a distance from them. A left hand moved in between Silver’s legs and started wiping away slowly, finding nothing but moisture within the constricting fabric all at once. The young gray mare slowly moaned in pleasure as she pushed two of her fingers inside, using her other hand to chafe the brassiere smoothly. The sight of the two going at each other with what would seem to be no end in sight thereof had made Silver discard her top almost immediately. It wasn’t long until the young gray mare couldn’t even take it anymore as she had now felt some heat shooting out all over onto her very fingers.

Silver was currently down to wearing only her skirt as she had pulled out from there and slid her wet hand into the mouth just as Twist slowly panted with satisfaction, “mmm… tathteth thpicy liketh cumin…”

“Okay, note to self: avoid curry like the flu…” the young gray mare thought to herself as she struggled to not vomit again, “it won’t be long now…”

“Alright, my little coltfag, are you ready to finith the night off with me…?” the pasty white pony giggled gravely before gulping down at once.

Silver pulled out her fingertips and sighed, “thank Celestia it’s going to be over soon; at least they haven’t been made aware of my presence…”

“Go easy on me though…” the grassy occupant wheezed, “I don’t think that I can last any longer…”

“Don’t worry, Thnailth: at leatht you’ll get to look at me for the time being…” the redhead sniggered.

Sure enough, Twist quickly seized this very golden opportunity and used her lightweight body to turn around, still resting upon her lover’s waist as the yard had now entered her whispering eye. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for the pasty white pony’s very sheath to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving a small passionate but heavy breath from her very mouth. The golden unicorn had started resting his very hands upon the redhead’s flanks, slowly burying his muzzle into her vast and plump cleavage as he’d ran his tongue around the nubbins at once. Twist didn’t care about the fact that the grassy visitor was now sapping away her bust almost in an instant, already feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements. In the midst of the very ordeal, the pasty white pony had wrapped her arms around the back of Snails’ neckline in an attempt to keep him closer as they’d traded 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 golden unicorn’s shaft inside with each intensity of the pulp friction, the redhead gave off a resounding happy moan amid heavy breaths and panting. Soon, he began shooting into Twist’s sheath, causing the latter to lose control and break away from him with little warning, a small trail of white liquid between his mouth and her bosoms.

The young gray mare remained sequestered from the action as Snails swallowed his fill and coughed out, “hah… what a sweet candy striper you’ve been; I wish I could have lasted more longer…”

“I know, thilly; you’ll get your chance, 'come' tomorrow morning…” the pasty white pony sighed before yawning gently, “now ith a time for thleep…”

“You sure they won’t mind if I stay here for the night…?” the golden unicorn asked as the redhead snuggled up with him.

Twist whinnied, “we’re all grownupth now… I’d thaid that my folkth have gone thith weekend; when they return, nopony will be the wither…”

“Except for me, you little shit…!” Silver growled quietly as the room became dark, leaving only the rays of light from the nocturnal sky beyond to guide her, “when I get out of this closet, you two are going to be in for a rude awakening…”

“Goodnight, Twist…” he had said only softly.

The pasty white pony also replied, “thame here…”

“Okay, Silver… your stuck in a room with the anal whore and her retard of a boyfriend…” the young gray mare chided herself as she watch them in a loose embrace, staring out into Snails’ haunches before looking away, “just give yourself ten minutes and you’ll get your chance to escape soon…”

At long last, the two ponies were in alone in the small world that was the bed, no longer bound by the concerns of either the past or future at all. In the endeavor of their spatial encounter alone, the golden unicorn rested both of his arms right around the redhead as they’d began to slumber. They two slowly straightaway snuggled in the soaking sweat, the slavering salivation, and the secreted saps shared and served simultaneously.