Author's Note

Hello and welcome back to Sugar × Spice × Sensual, my twenty–fifth My Little Pony fanfic using anthropomorphic canon characters; considering that you are reading my first anthology clopfic, let me make this clear that if the first warning from before wasn't enough for you to take heed, then let me just say it's not my problem whatsoever.

Speaking of which, I would like to start off at once by saying this chapter was also based on an assignment from a community college course of Creative Writing back a few years ago, much like the previous one: the only thing separating it from the first story was the fact that it's in a different format and it's partially inspired by the works of Smudge_Proof.

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

While The World Turns

The walls surrounding the two of them were of a dark blue theme, its texture reminiscent of the ocean floor.

A singular windowpane resting within one of them had possessed the imagery of a cloudy day, silver linings of all this and Heaven too.

Outside, a flock of birds and a swarm of bees were the lifeblood of nature’s finest music class just in session.

A wayward hand was found to be tugging a nearby earlobe at once before releasing it from the tight grip.

“Pleathe ravage my body already, Thnailth…” a careless whisper had come from within the shadows.

With the rays of sunlight piercing through the looking glass, the source of that voice was revealed: a pasty white myopic redhead was donning scanty pink fabrics that gave glimpses of the wearer’s skin and body adorned with such precious metals and gemstones.

On the opposite end, a high yellow observer with locks of green was in a sleeveless cotton shirt and denim pants spoke back, “in a minute, Twist; can’t go in without some protection here.”

The whirring above them was providing the two of them a gentle breeze but was off for the most part.

The floor beneath however is warm and soft as every single inch of it all was filled with stringy white curls.

A plastic square was found to be pulled out of a pocket for the aforementioned redhead to see clearly.

The artificial airstreams that battered their tresses were reminiscent of the brawling love shared by the youths from two households in a time almost long forgotten.

“Thnailth…” a sigh escaped, “fuck me…”

At this point onward, Twist started to reside upon the bed at once, displaying such features across the blue comforter with a dazed look.

“Where…?” the aforementioned listener had instantaneously asked before moving closer on towards the furniture where the redhead was.

Instead of a vocal answer being received, Twist held up a singular hand and wiggled the index finger around already at once.

The terse tête–à–tête between the two of them now quickly metamorphosed into an exchange of timid laughter.

Tensions amongst each other were as low as a spokesperson’s social standing but lacking the instant infamy thereof.

As the observer sat down on the bedside, the redhead placed a finger onto the waistline while snuggling up towards the former’s ear and spoke softly at once, “right here…”

It wasn’t long until the oceanic room became tinted with the heat of passion, their eyes become reddened and lighthearted thereof.

The lukewarm haze of libidinousness became the harbinger of an imminent tempest, devoid of agile lightning or slow whirlwinds but flooded with earthly indulgences.

The hustle and bustle of life from beyond the confinements of their surroundings, being tuned out by their sheer determination.

Snails’ hands had rested upon her flanks gently, grasping onto the beige integuments that identified his target as a consenting co–conspirator.

“So be it…” the high yellow observer slurped greedily, taking in the sight of Twist’s otherwise vulnerable state of being in the making, “I’m not gonna hold back.”

The pasty white redhead watched as he pulled down his zipper, slowly freeing himself from the very textiles that bounded his loins to the state of dormancy as he slid out from the fabric in question all at once; also joining alongside were a pair of white undergarments cast off immediately.

“Come on, big colt; give thith anal thlut the punithment the needth…” she had sniggered softly, simply snuggling within as the go–between the sapphire sheets and the succor of Snails sitting upward.

The gentle breeze from above fanned the flames of concupiscence as they became enveloped in them slowly but surely all at once.

The warmth and softness of the floor underneath the twosome was also afflicting their bodies as they embraced one another’s company.

It wasn’t long until Twist watched the high yellow counterpart wearing a plastic covering around his shaft firmly.

The air around themselves became hot and heavy as the two started to sweat slowly but surely, lost into each other’s eyes almost immediately when they became lock in an embrace.

As soon as the redhead was being entered, he had laughed grimly, “you asked for it…”

Suddenly with little warning whatsoever, her lower limbs were angled towards the ceiling as Snails started thrusting into the croup, clenching eyes with an ecstatic moan as he held up his target’s cannons firmly.

“Oh Thnailth, that ith tho hot…!” Twist exclaimed as the eponymous explorer grunted with glee, “move your cock into me quicker; I want to take it all in…!”

All that the high yellow explorer could do was exhaled in between each intrusion as he heeded the redhead’s amorous request in the process.

The tender dialogue was now on its way to metamorphosing into a potential tour de force as they moaned in unison to no end in sight for the most part.

The stakes were set and the bar was raised to the point of being granted clearance even by the likes of a psychopomp from another world.

“If this is… what you want… for me, then don’t say… I didn’t… warn you: even a… stud like me… has his limits…” he panted as his eyes were still focused onto hers despite being clouded by such overwhelming redness.

Sure enough, they had become swept up in a sea of passion that burned throughout themselves in the very moment thereof.

The collective fog started to gain density as the heat began to build up to the point of rivaling the likes of perdition to a lesser extent in essence.

Slowly but surely, all that could be hear at this very moment in time was the duet of concupiscence, an aria of joy sung by their moans.

Snails bucked his loins into Twist’s haunches once more before coughing, the hard proteins of his hands digging into her flanks firmly but gently during the refrain.

Out of the two voices who panted, only the redhead began to sigh strongly, “mm… jutht the way I had expected from you.”

The high yellow observer began to pry himself away from her body, taking the time to strip away his white shirt slowly; it was at this very point in time that he was now completely naked, save for the fictile layering around his yard with the edge weighed down by its already retained fluid.

“I felt like my heart was going to explode; can it even do that…?” he panted, his concerns reaching the ears of Twist who had retained her translucent textiles and auriferous adornment with fandango frame, “I’m scared…”

With the circulating fan still up and running, they became soaked with perspiration as they had still looked at each other.

The only thing that was now occupied the floor was the occasional beads of sweat that had escaped from the surface of Snails’ skin.

At this point, the high yellow observer started to remove the artificial layer over his prepuce, making the redhead lick her lips with hunger.

The humidity from their brief performance clung to their integumentary systems like they were an extra layer of clothing growing upon their bodies despite their general immodesty.

“Don’t be; you did great…” she had replied happily before catching him off–guard with nearly symmetrical osculation.

It wasn’t long until Snails had returned the favor, slowly but surely wrapping his arms around Twist’s body as he had instantaneously felt the wet fabric and coat upon her in the midst of their libidinousness.

Seconds passed before the high yellow observer broke away and exhaled, “so what do you want to do from here…?”

Rather than replying real rapidly, the myopic redhead dropped down to his shaft and started licking it at once.

The sounds of silence that was cut in between the two lovers was quickly followed by wet smacking percussion as she lapped at Snails.

The high yellow observer’s closed his eyes and felt his yard being tugged upon like a canine held by a short leash away from its abode.

“Tathteth like curry…” Twist moaned softly, swirling her tongue around his prepuce as she licked away the residual contents easily, “tho thpicy…”

Despite the solidus state of standing that Snails was in, he could feel his body becoming more like water.

Although that their bodies were already heated by their collectively conscious choices, only the redhead alone was granted the cold relief.

The aria blazed from within the high yellow observer, already indulging in the luxury of her solitary piece.

It wasn’t long until he had rested his hands upon Twist’s amaranth mane, gently guiding her to and fro with ease.

“Nice job; keep it up…” Snails sighed softly.

The high yellow observer remained aware of the fact that despite the scanty clothes and the bejeweled metal upon the redhead’s body, she was naked just like himself; of course, the accessories upon herself thereof had made it all the more tantalizing for the former anyway.

She had moaned briskly after breaking away, “thlow and thteady like alwayth, Thnailth; jutht the way I prefer…”

Of course, Twist had resumed lacquering his yard with her tongue, salivation also taking refuge upon her lips in the very least.

The solitary solo had gone back to being a duet as the two were left alone to their devices with only Snails admiring the redhead’s body being the object d’art on full display.

The glasses came off on the side as she remained focused onto the high yellow’s waistline despite seeing perfect dark all around the way.

“I’m about to burst…!” he had warned, unleashing a white salvo upon Twist as it had instantly stained her face and some bits of her mane while burning brightly, “sorry about it…”

It was at this moment the sea of passion grew darker as they gain some depth, maintaining heat and light in their hearts and limbs.

The windows to the afflicted redhead’s high spirited essence became narrowed, attempted to clear away what was given off by Snails earlier.

Her tainted yet tender lips smacked as she had been slurping away the lingering remnants of the high yellow observer’s discharge almost immediately.

Twist had turned her gaze towards him slowly and smiled instantaneously, the lack of eyewear accenting her bright visage.

“Oh, Thnailth…” the redhead’s laughter spilled out from her muzzle all at once, joined in by the eponymous lover.

It wasn’t even long until the high yellow observer felt her lips against his once again, this time being afflicted by the recent inclusion of a new taste as described from not too long ago thanks to his lover.

Of course, as soon as they'd broken away from the whole embrace, he’d chuckled slowly in return, “I wish I could fuck you again…”

The soft winds rained down upon themselves as the perspiration seeped out of their pores before being affected by its current.

Some of the sweat had made it to the floor, no doubt belonging to Snails whom was still standing near the edge of the bed.

Twist slowly turned around and rested her weary head upon the white pillow, displaying her fundament towards the high yellow observer.

The air of avidity had still dominated the lovers as they were still in close proximity of one another.

“How about we try thomething elthe before you can do that again…?” the redhead’s giggles had seeped out, “thince your dick ith limping around, maybe you can pleathure me with your tongue for the time being; what do you thay…?”

He was still aware of the fact that the precious metals upon her body happened to include some closing off the sheath compared to the other more rounded aperture in question.

“Okay…” Snails gulped, moving on closer to Twist’s haunches reluctantly with one hand already touching his own shaft all at once.

It wasn’t long until the redhead had squeezed the pillow with both hands all at once, bracing herself almost immediately.

Although the sweetness was nonexistent in the ordeal, the outer edge of her croup was like a bon–bon to the high yellow observer.

The flames of passion had danced more tenderly than that of an elderly couple on their honeymoon but with less grace.

While his muzzle was buried into the fundament, Twist gasped only hesitantly before moaning quietly, “I feel tho wet right now…”

The redhead’s grip started to grow tighter than her eyelids, threatening to split the object in two separate but equally sleazy pieces.

The passing clouds remained unfocused onto the earthly pleasures the two were still currently engaged in at this very moment thereof.

A lone butterfly stood at the corner of the windowsill, bearing witness to the film as a part of the brief compilation.

“You taste so sweet…” Snails sighed before licking onward in the falling darkness, “like that tea mommy makes whenever I feel sick and in bed.”

It wasn’t long until the insect crawled closer to the light, bearing colors of gold and silver that shined brighter than the metals upon her very body.

“I’m beginning to feel better now; how ‘bout you…?” Twist had replied, looking back to face the high yellow explorer.

Rather than make a retort, he had instantaneously plunged his tongue deeper into the redhead’s haunches with little warning whatsoever.

Nevertheless, Snails’ bon appêtit was on its way out as his salivation coated her croup in little time in the very least.

The high yellow lover’s interest began to wane but his yard regained firmness once more with feeling before he broke away slowly.

He stood back up on his knees and then placed the tip of the prepuce near her fundament with a playful growl, “well, I hope you’re ready for a good one ‘cause my dick is now hard again, sweetie…!”

Twist felt something wet and slimy entering her almost immediately, forcing both eyelids to be opened wide to face the blue screen upfront.

It wasn’t long until the observant butterfly retreated back into the realm between Heaven and Earth in so little time.

The aria of moaning start back up again, this time an encore in the form of a reprise between the two performers in particular.

A wayward hand rained down upon the redhead’s flanks, giving them a matching tint that made her moan more loudly than before.

“Oh, you’re thuch… a dirty animal… Thnailth, you can’t… even think… of anything… elthe other… than ramming… your meaty… cock into… my tenderized… rump, let alone… eating me… out…!” she’d hollered abrasively, tersely grunting in–between intervals of the titular assailant’s onslaught, “even now, you can’t wait… until you… fucking come… inthide me…!”

It didn’t take long until the high yellow explorer step up his game in little time whatsoever, increasing his momentum to Twist’s delight.

“At least, that’s… what you want, am I right: somepony… to punish you… like a base… commonplace… damned earth feague… you are and… have been, Twist; does it ring… a small bell…?” he had grunted back, his visage reddened with strain and lecherousness as he started feeling something moist with the titular target sure enough.

As cool as the winds waked them to purity, they had started to lose their effectiveness against their collective lusts in mere seconds.

The solid state of the bedroom was on the verge of collapsing underneath themselves at any given time, thanks to the surface tension underway.

Snails watched as his shaft become coated with a new fluid bearing the hue of the redhead’s tresses, slowing down a bit.

The heat of their passions still raged on as was the burning sensation within her croup when she pushed herself to the rhythm emotion.

Aware of the slight hesitation, Twist had roared, “for the love of Celethtia, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE…!”

At this point, the high yellow had braced himself and regained focus, still aware of the new liquid accumulating his mobile frame.

“BRACE YOURSELF…!” he had groaned within due time before shoving himself into the redhead once more, “I’M GONNA BURST AGAIN…!”

It wasn’t long until she had screamed real loud once more, this time with feelings of bestial lust at an all–time high than ever experienced.

This was where their laisser–faire attitude had brought them, pleasure and pain pitted together all at once with malice towards none whatsoever.

It wasn’t long until the movement lost steam like a dying star within the distant universe beyond the two from where they had remained.

“Mmm… you thure know how to pleathe a filly…” Twist moaned before surrendering herself to exhaustion, slouching about in all face down beneath Snails.

The oceanic environment slowly gained moisture, siphoning it all away from their warm bodies including the carnation coated concoction coming out from the redhead and her high yellow lover.

It wasn’t long until some moisture also seeped from the outside world, clearer, cleaner, and cooler than their heated concupiscence.

The pitter–patter of precipitation plastered themselves upon the planes of preservation, plopping into a puny puddle.

A set of hands were locked into a loving embrace, belonging only to them as they began to face each other with a tender smile upon the visage.

He had slowly studied her dishabille form and wheezed, “sorry if I had caused you any pain; I should had pack in an extra condom for this…”

Twist sealed her reply with a kiss once more, catching Snails off–guard as she kept developing a layer of perspiration upon the fabrics she had worn as clothing not too long ago compared to the likes of him.

“Don’t worry about it: you made our day extra thpecial with thome bloodwork at the end; way better lubricant than when you ate me out earlier…” the redhead chirped after breaking away from the osculation almost immediately, “bethideth, it ithn’t like you were trying to kill me in the proceth, thilly…”

Despite the predominant darkness surrounding them, nevertheless they were safe and sound from the downpour that was steps away from soaking the opening.

Compared to the flooring from earlier, much of the heat was concentrated upon the lovers even though it was contained by the airstreams above and beyond.

She then turned her eyes to the storm, watching the surface of the windowsill become saturated with rain while the wind howled a bit.

The high yellow observer felt his jade tresses stand on endwise as a roll of thunder only growled briefly.

“Do you want me to close the window…” a lone question ejaculated from his quivering lips all at once.

Twist returned her playful gaze onto the retreating Snails and snuggled up in return, barely remaining quiet.

Cracking a smile, the lone redhead had tittered onward, “what’s the matter, afraid of a little rain…?”

Rather than speaking back with some words, the high yellow observer had shaken his head only briefly.

There was absolutely no comment whatsoever on the amount of energy they had just spent with one another in the small frame and dimension that was time and space respectively.

It wasn’t long until they had found themselves starting to sleep outside the comforts of the furniture like a camping trip underneath the stars.

“Night, Twist…” he had yawned reluctantly, slowly stroking her long deep red tresses softly, “I’ll see you in the morning…”