Squeaky Clean Interactivity
Author's Note
This is my twenty–eighth clopfic out of the many that were made using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is also a Mature-rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
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; as for the story, it belongs to me so don't steal it.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again.
Squeaky Clean Interactivity
In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Although there was some perspiration in its liquid and gaseous forms coexisting altogether, its very concentration was currently being overwhelmed by the utter abundance of such clean water washing it all completely as its crispy cool sensation provided joy and relief; suffice it to say, it was a feeling that was to be shared in acknowledged by many lifeforms of different backgrounds. Nevertheless, there was a matter of balance needing to be maintained, especially in this particular moment in time with the driving precipitation centered in on one direction, courtesy of gravity’s pull that held everything together on the surface belonging to the ever–changing world where every single thing, imaginable and otherwise, took place: the waters being amongst one of them.
One lifeform in question was already found to be standing out and about in the direct path of the concentrated artificial rainstorm: a blue pegasus stallion with a mane and tail ensemble in a darker shade. Etched in his face was a pair of jaded orbs circling around the pupils with both brows furrowed into glazed lids as the right adorned with an abundance of precipitation sliding down against his angular jaw. The blue pegasus possessed a stocky build thanks to the sheer fact that he was already standing underneath the very faucet where the compound in question rained downwardly on his unclothed body at once. Slathered onto both of his very flanks was a lone golden thunderbolt cracked right in between a pair of thinly detailed wings within a dark silver heart reminiscent of a double crested wave in a cobalt color.
“Hah… glad that’s over already: training must've been a real slice of Tartarus lately; the Summer Sun Celebration's only two months away…” he'd panted, his face in the same direction as the wet tiles neath his hooves alongside the drain where the water was circling into almost instantaneously.
Aside from a few whistles and bells beyond his place, the showers were basically barren in the very least; as a matter of fact, it’d looked like that the pegasus was the only one standing about. Basic lighting above were also found to be carrying copious amounts of sights and sounds to and fro, bright enough to throw off the nightly shades and the shadows that once had occupied them. Calm on the outside but thinking all throughout time, his damp visage straightened out slowly but surely, the colorless warm currents regulating and massaging his well–toned body at once.
As the blue pegasus was running his hands across the abdomen and face, another pair of hands were focused onto his fundament; they'd belonged to a similar lifeform: another blue pegasus. Like him, the new individual in question had possessed similarities right between themselves: coldly colored irises, a gymnastic physique, and an utter lacking of textiles upon the integuments. Of course, there were many significant differences amongst the two true blue pegasi at hand, not that either of them would have bothered to pay attention, for the most part so to speak of therein.
Unlike the blue stallion whom was standing about, a cyan mare was currently nestled up to his very waistline. Her short mane and tail both possessed an equal color scheme, thin racing stripes reminiscent of a slight rainbow. The cyan mare had donned on a set of heliotropes circling around her pupils, served with a bright salacious smile. Compared to him, she was of a limber yet curvaceous body–type – no doubt a clear reminder of such differences. The cyan mare’s flanks also wore a thunderbolt as well, albeit in a primary color scheme beneath a white cloud.
It was also at this moment the blue stallion’s stoic demeanor was shattered when she’d purred, “hey, sweet–cheeks, I’d noticed you were getting yourself all wet and clean all of the sudden; I’m sure you don’t mind if we’re sharing the same stall, right…?”
“Uh…” he was now stammering about, struggling to answer his counterpart question when he'd suddenly felt a light stroke made against his tightened croup, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAINBOW?!”
“Just admiring your rippling back and thighs, sweetie; who ever thought that the Wonderbolts would produce such strong striking stallions and spotless ones too…?” the aforementioned mare had sniggered before prodding her counterpart’s very fundament with a few of her own fingers gently.
It didn’t take long for her tongue to jutted inside the blue stallion, sending tingles throughout his body as both of his eyes were tightly shut amongst the rest of trembling visage that still belonged to himself. Quickly, he’d reopened them both to look back quickly, watching onward in bemusement since Rainbow held onto his flanks firmly in her grasp, muzzle buried inside at once running around thoroughly. The cyan mare soon stopped to lap at the adjacent prepuce underneath the blue stallion, finally bringing out some pleasure each time her tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively. Soon, she felt some of her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of such unusual exploration gave way to hunger and thirst; needless to say, she’d needed something else to do. In the meantime, Rainbow had stretched his fundament wider again before forwarding her slick tongue back inside; at long last, he couldn’t take it any longer, already giving out a loud moan in the process. The cyan mare had started gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste something else, the dribble from her tongue surpassed the point of fascination; after all, the blue stallion couldn’t handle it. She soon reached down to her moist fork and started furbishing it rhythmically as she permeated through the croup in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking within them to his growing tolerance.
Of course, this didn’t last as Rainbow broke away and turned her counterpart around, the latter asking, “huh, I don’t even understand: I was beginning to like this sort of thing; why did you stop, Rainbow?”
“Your bottom was too clean, Soarin; I needed something that tastes good and your studly butt wasn’t cutting it…” the cyan mare had answered the eponymous stallion at once, salaciously eyeing his perpendicular shaft immediately, “I needed your cock inside me anyway; besides, judging from the way it was growing around, you were glad to see me…”
“Say what…?” he’d coughed out blushing about.
A bursting cacophonous delectation escaped from generally her, “gee, we’ve been at this so long and you still don’t get it; I mean, aren’t we supposed to be coltfirend and fillyfriend…?”
With Rainbow already bent commodiously down on her knees, she was currently glancing at the sodden yard with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. Initially, the cyan mare used both of her bare hands to knead the prepuce around playfully like a joystick; as such, she still gotten her tongue out and slid around it. Somewhat helplessly, all that Soarin could do was rest one of his hands on her multicolored mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she made.
“Please, suck my taint again; I miss your tongue being on it…” the blue stallion huffed through his clenched teeth as Rainbow forwarded her mouth in around his shaft, “I know you can do that…”
“Say that line again, my love…” the cyan mare had cooed, looking straight up from her blushing visage.
With her own tongue stimulating and syphoning his yard, he'd spread both legs a bit further apart for more room, “please, I want your tongue around my taint, Rainbow…”
“Do it louder…!” the titular individual commanded Soarin immediately, “say it like you mean it…”
“PLEASE SUCK MY TAINT, RAINBOW…!” the blue stallion cried before the cyan mare jerked his prepuce upward.
With a hungry smile on her face, she’d pushed underneath his shaft and lapped at the base again, sending shivers throughout the latter’s body. It was becoming pure elation and paradise for Soarin alone; gorgeousness and goregeosity being made into flesh like the beast with two backs. The blue stallion could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Rainbow’s hot and heavy lips going far beyond his yard. Suffice it to say, he was rather grateful that such a strange request was granted; it was no doubt the work of his very correspondent’s actions.
Of course, this didn’t last when Soarin’s prepuce quickly found itself being nestled in between the cyan mare’s massive cleavage without warning, sliding throughout ‘til its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin. She'd soon started squeezing both of her bosoms mutually on each side of it all with such maniacal glee, swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue started to slip throughout and about below her very muzzle. The blue stallion had started to become aroused at what Rainbow was now trying to do, only this time his soft moaning was the only sound being heard in the downpour, nurturing the thought of going inside her very mouth.
The cyan mare’s sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated shaft caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward between her bared bust while commenting, “fuck yeah, you like that, don’t you, flit: pleased to find that your cum was substantial enough to cover my tits?!”
“I’m sorry about that, Rainbow…!” Soarin had sighed softly, calling out to the aforementioned individual whom was becoming caked with his extract out amongst the pouring waters around themselves before being washed away, “I should have given you the heads–up before I gave you that necklace.”
“Just shut the fuck up and plow me, you cribbing hack; I have needs that must be satisfied so the least you can do is be a real stallion with a normal sized penis and urethra…!” she’d snapped at the blue stallion close to her with a greedy smirk before quickly stealing away a kiss from himself without giving so much as any kind of warning whatsoever.
Since they were still standing straight up anyways, their very eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces were maintaining a close distance. As the two ponies in question finally joined hands, their respective lips had grown closer to one another with his trembling starting to cease almost immediately. The pair finally grew more eager with their muzzles already opening up as one another passed, tongues slowly slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d instantaneously surrendered themselves upon the glossy tiles nearby with Rainbow already residing adjacently to his body. Still, neither of them had relented at all, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. Flits of air had escaped from Soarin after transferring his lips from the target down to the cyan mare’s neckline, breathing down her literally without a care. In the very same moment, the blue stallion’s tongue started lapping at her shoulder; the latter not even caring about the active sensation due to the anticipation. Eventually, Rainbow’s smile grew as he’d finally slid his tongue down to her bosom in between delivering pleasure as she hoped for, silently whining about. Delighted by the sheer fact that Soarin started tugging onto them with his very teeth, the cyan mare had started letting out loud soft moans almost instantly.
The blue stallion fondled the other one slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from his correspondent’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind ribbons of saliva. Rainbow’s moaning started to intensify when she felt his teeth started gently chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk had spurted from them and went in. The otherwise dirty deed continued on for a mere few minutes until Soarin had lifted himself upward to the cyan mare’s lips and started to kiss once again, tasting her own savory liquid gland ingested.
Sure enough, the two pegasi had soon seized this very golden opportunity like they’d wished for after already embracing one another in the ever–present winds and waters from not too long ago. Eventually at once, her narrow whispering eye was now firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from its owner’s mouth in the process. Already, the blue stallion started resting his very hands on Rainbow’s flanks and back at once, slowly planting his muzzle upon hers before running his tongue against the latter without a care. The cyan mare didn’t care about the fact that their clothes already amounted to air and water, feeling his prepuce directly in her fork calibrating their collective movements instantaneously. Throughout their very ordeal, she’d slowly wrapped her arms around the back of Soarin’s neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now 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 pegasi moan. Now gearing up from the blue stallion’s shaft in Rainbow, 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, the cyan mare also felt his grip tightening as her very body was threatening to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, Soarin began shooting out again, this time in the path of her sheath with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly as she started sweating about at once.
Huffing about, the blue stallion asked aloud after breaking away, “how was it now, Rainbow; did I do you well so far…?”
“It was fucking sweet, but not as sweet as being with you, Sora…” the eponymous mare moaned, kissing him on the lips yet again before turning her back to him literally, “at least there’s one more hole left for you to stick your dick in, presuming that you’re up to get some of that little revenge for what I did to you earlier…”
“Perhaps, I should take you up on that offer…” Soarin said to her, already slowly and gently stroking, massaging, and even rubbing the croup a few times with his hands, giving the latter indication on what the former was going to do next.
After feeling the blue stallion outstretch his two fingers and jutted into the flanks, Rainbow felt tingles throughout her body as she whined, “damn…!”
The cyan mare had shut both her eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans in reaction only to reopen them as she soon looked back, watching on in contentment as he held onto the thighs firmly in his grasp with fingertips in the latter, proceeding to run around and within thoroughly. Conscientious of their state of affairs, Soarin still held on with his two hands leisurely arousing her nonetheless; like the whispering eye from before, her fundament was also tight and narrow but she was feeling more pleasure each time that his fingers forced slowly inside them and out. Of course, this wouldn’t last anyway: Rainbow felt her own patience wearing thin with so much sensation into the croup thanks to the blue stallion’s actions; after all, he was rather quick to retract them cleanly aside from a faint aroma, still ready to provide her some more satisfaction. Instead of his fingers, a tongue was found stuck into of the cyan mare licking about as she closed her eyes again with a moan; just when she thought the world felt so cold, the very dribble alone now surpassed the point past the plumbing of an underfunded summer camp for young males. She attempted to reach down to one side of her cleavage and started to furbish them rhythmically as Soarin had begun to permeate throughout her flanks in such a rough manner, slurping and licking deep within them as his very saliva was dripping into her down through the very abyss.
“Your slutty butt is no slice of apple pie, Rainbow but I’m happy to eat you out anyway…” the blue stallion had moaned, already enveloped with warmth in those folds as the titular individual felt his subzero salivation now inside her croup altogether causing herself to cry a series of climatic moans even loudly, “take it in, you dirty twat…!”
“Suck my taint, Soarin…!” the cyan mare had cried out with joy, encouraging him to lick deeper inside her fundament while ignoring its dormant yet primary purpose for the sake of satisfying themselves.
Soarin had soon stopped to lap at the adjacent fork underneath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, much to her delight. Soon, Rainbow had felt her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of the blue stallion’s exploration had given way to hunger and thirst, no doubt the work of the latter. In the meantime, he’d stretched the cyan mare’s very flanks wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to give out a loud moan as she’d struggled to stand her moist ground. She’d started gurgling about at the mere thought of having Soarin’s yard planted inside of her soon enough; ‘til then, she reached down to her wet sheath and poked in and out of it at once. Slurping and licking furiously within Rainbow’s fundament, the blue stallion treated it as dessert: an appetizing happy meal he enjoyed ‘til it’d went dry, forcing him to relent, release, and retract.
Now that his tongue was dried from filling both contents of salivation inside the now satisfied hors d’oeuvre otherwise known as the cyan mare, he’d stood up straight and reoriented himself.A blushing grin was flexed from her as she stood up straight and rested onto the wall nearby, predicting what Soarin was going to do next now that he started to feel his prepuce solidifying. With the blue stallion still holding firmly onto Rainbow’s croup stretched wide, he’d taken his shaft and plunged it in throughout slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused her. Since the still wet saliva inside the cyan mare’s narrowly tight fundament was acting as an emollient, she felt more pleasure each time he slowly rubbed against her while sliding the yard. She wavered around and gave out vastly little high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping in happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine, friction growing from their galling coats. Even Soarin himself could barely help himself but grunt, pant, and moan every time his thrusting prepuce was puncturing throughout Rainbow’s flanks, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar.
The blue stallion then slid his prepuce all the way through the cyan mare’s already salivated croup and felt himself escape into once again: this time, its whitening warmth conjoining with his cold saliva within the spiked abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling into her with great pleasure while he cried out, “OHHHH, RAINBOW DASH…!”
At long last, the two pegasi were now reeking of perspiration despite having it all get washed away by the showerhead directly above them. Their breaths were hot and heavy enough to intermingle with the condensation building up from the waters filled to the brim with much more. Even now, the only things solid enough to be kept at a cooler temperature despite everything were none other than one another’s company.
“Hah, fuck…” she'd panted, struggling to speak something to him while looking back in a fatigue, “nice work out there, Soarin…”
“You weren’t half bad either, my sweet…” the aforementioned pegasus said, grabbing Rainbow’s bosom and kissing her.
The cyan mare couldn’t help it, feeling quick to return the favor, their tongues dueling against one another playfully for a brief moment; afterwards, she’d moaned, “you know, this wasn’t a bad place for lovemaking: perfect to clean up after ourselves when we’re done, especially with all this water.”
“In any case, why don’t we do it together…?” he’d chuckled with his brilliant green eyes tinted with concupiscence at the sight of the physique which she possessed, “besides, it’s getting late anyway and I was just finishing up until you came along; never expected you to do all of that with your tongue…”
“Gladly…!” Rainbow huffed optimistically.
Reaching for a cinnabar tablet of soap nearby, the two pegasi were more than willing to start off with cleaning themselves at once. Their floppy ears were the collective first targets as soapsuds were easily made, going inside and outside of themselves both easily. Secondly, they’d started scrubbing their very faces starting with the muzzles, gently wiping away the sweat and dirt with the froth. Next, the two pegasi bristled around necks and underarms with their soapy hands in a caressing glee as spume seeped downward. Then, they’d exchanged foams which were being quickly left behind, dripping about around their very abdomens, wings, and navels. More bubbles then had circled across their own flanks as the two pegasi were found soothingly polishing them both simultaneously. Aside from their legs, the duo was completely covered in foam before being rinsed away when they slithered right down the drain.
Cloaked in only clean water again, only Soarin had found the time space to speak up to his confirmed cyan counterpart once more with feeling, “wasn’t that really fun, sweetie: there’s no shame in cleaning up after ourselves like you had said before; anyway, you feel like trying something else before we leave…?”
“Please pound me in the backdoor again, but this time why don’t you also help me polish my pearl as well…” the wet mare had quickly suggested, turning around once again with a light stationary sashay in the process, “besides, I don’t mind you dirtying my hot pussy again with your tongue anyway…”
“Thanks for reminding me to pay lip service even more; besides, since I’d helped you washed your honeypot, the least I can do is try to taste some more again…” the blue stallion laughed before grasping onto her right elbow tightly with his adjacent hand while his other hand now groped the moist and buoyant bust.
As soon the shaft was found to be moving inside the croup again, they’d resumed moving on: although slow like before, momentum was being regained as he used his left hand to go in between Rainbow’s legs and start wiping her sheath slowly. They couldn’t help to love only every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness; after all, Soarin’s prepuce was buried in the cyan mare’s fundament whose owner was occupied by her own sheath being invigorated by secondhand efforts. Each time they were moving around and about, they’d felt their cool coats rubbing off of one another in this otherwise hot and heavy atmosphere with only the winds and water within their booth already providing themselves some much needed relief. The two pegasi were still in a touching grip, their perspiration already pouring through one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever, all of which were being washed away rather instantaneously. She’d currently placed two of her fingers around one of her nubbins while the blue stallion kept using his left hand to chafe her whispering eye smoothly and gently; as a result, their continuous efforts were getting them to another highpoint rather closely. Since such excitement was just around the corner, the twosome was already comfortably numbed to the environment; of course, Rainbow couldn’t even take it any longer, yelping at the peak of her own pleasure: shooting out juices all over her waistline. On a similar note, within the next plunge, his extract was finally being shot out, optimizing the cyan mare’s delight as they’d slowed down gently again, panting and moaning about as the very showerhead poured out its deluge right over the stained loins.
As the nerves and stamina inside her whole body finally regained control almost immediately, Soarin turned it around and lower himself to her waist. Now bent down on both knees over the shallow waters, the blue stallion’s tongue quickly slipped out his mouth and slowly slid it into Rainbow’s fork. Soon, the cyan mare felt giddy now that he started lapping the contents of her sheath, resting a lone hand onto his very dark tresses for some support. As soon as she felt Soarin’s muzzle tickling her before slowly slithering it in, she moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness he was quick to remember. Even so, the blue stallion ran his very tongue around Rainbow’s gaskins briefly as they too were starting to spread a bit further wide for him to explore. He could barely help himself but drooled every time it went sliding in and out of the cyan mare’s whispering eye repetitively, his hands onto her hips. In no time, she’d given out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the depths of her fork were being tampered. The sheer cold from Soarin’s expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from Rainbow’s fork and to his taste buds warmly in return.
The cyan mare looked down her nose at the blue stallion’s attempts at collecting the last drop and mewled lasciviously, “are you satisfied now, honey; pleased to find that my delicious cunt was to your liking…?”
“Mm–hmm…” he’d moaned, shaking himself out of her sheath immediately before turning his gaze upward, “I wish we could have done so much more with one another if we weren’t in the showers of all the places in Equestria…”
“Don’t worry about it: you did well like many of us Wonderbolts here; besides, I was glad to catch up with you before you had gone and left…” Rainbow slowly panted as Soarin had stood back up straightaway again to face her immediately.
Locking lips once more this time with feeling and length prior to the cyan mare breaking away at once to licked them clean, the blue stallion was quick to sigh, “it’s probably the only bit of levity we have before Princess Celestia comes to town soon enough; even you of all ponies understand that far too well…”
“Relax, Sora… I’ve been able to get this in the bag; it won’t be like the Sonic Rainboom from my filly days but it will still be an honor anyway…” she’d said while wiping the collective liquids away from her face with a single hand effortlessly without a care whatsoever, “before we leave though, can I play with your joystick, please…?”
Like before, he'd found Rainbow on her knees again ready to lap at his shaft again; this made him give off a sly grin which he spoken through, “aww, hungry for some cum again, aren’t you my little Dashie…? Don’t fret, slut: you will get your chance soon enough anyway; besides, I still have yet to look past the literal flank–kissing earlier…”
“Oh, come on, Sora… I thought that you like the way I’d tossed your salad; besides, not that many ponies would be willing to eat you out in the same manner that you would have with any other mare in Equestria…” the cyan mare scoffed, lolling her tongue towards Soarin’s yard with a millimeters of wind and water between them, “just let me taste your hot white cum again!”
“Don’t forget the magic word…!” the blue stallion had chuckled, watching her heaving mouth become agape.
Blushing about immediately, Rainbow aversely pleaded at once, “please let me suck your cock, Soarin…”
“Say it again, Rainbow…” he'd said to the cyan mare, albeit gruffly, “make it sound like you mean it well…”
“PLEASE MASTER SOARIN, CUM INSIDE MY HOT MOUTH…!” she moaned hoarsely already.
With little warning whatsoever, the eponymous male thrusted himself into Rainbow’s muzzle and felt her saliva accumulating almost instantaneously. The cyan mare didn’t even have to care that she’d gotten a mouthful of the blue stallion’s prepuce since that’s what she truly wanted not long ago. Aside from her warm tongue, she’d quickly gone to work on his shaft with her own two hands, massaging the nerves within its layers with such desire. Soarin pushed and pulled out the inner linings of Rainbow’s lips gently to aid and abet her in the pursuit for some pleasure, something the latter fancied. The cyan mare had even started to join in and sync right up with the movement the blue stallion was making currently much like they’d both done before. Needless to say, the twosome couldn’t help it, feeling that it’ll all come to an end soon enough; of course, even they’d wished this moment would last. Sure enough, this would also finally come to pass anyway, like all the other times before since her unexpected arrival within the stall not too long ago. Then, it finally happen: he felt his shaft becoming lighter, emptying its contents into the direction of Rainbow’s open mouth after making some space. The cyan mare’s blushing visage was speedily stained with Soarin’s white extract despite her determined efforts to catch every drop with her tongue.
Watching her trying to consume what the blue stallion had shot out made him smile, warmly asking, “how was it now, my little cumslut…?”
“Thank you, master Soarin; it tastes better than I had expected…” Rainbow had mewed as she found herself quickly licking away the last of the solution before being washed out completely, “wanna come over to my house next weekend…?”
“Consider looking forward to it; let’s hope that Spitfire doesn’t plan on doing any more breaking training…” he snickered with his gaze towards the mixer tap’s three handles, placing a hand on the one in the middle and then the nearby knobs as well; before long, water had stopped shooting out of its nozzle and onto their bodies and in its place was the reluctant coolness within the mist.
The cyan mare was the first to leave the stall, dripping with water but indifferent to the lower temperatures hiding out deep within the evaporating atmosphere with only an immediate reply, “I can handle whatever she throws at me; I’m a Wonderbolt and Wonderbolts ain’t gonna quit that easily, not before the Summer Sun Celebration…!”
“Bet that your Rainboom won’t disappoint us or the Princesses here…” Soarin had said as he’d followed right after her, “the next generation of pegasi are totally looking forward to seeing you in action soon…”
“Don’t be counting yourselves out just yet; I ain’t the only one trick pony around these part…” Rainbow laughed as the heat was currently being expended.
It wasn’t even long until both of the blue pegasi finally disappeared deeply into the very fog almost instantaneously; as such, all that was left was merely the wind and water themselves.
