The Big Fancy Guesthouses in Rosemound

Chapters

White Album
Powdered Rouge
Hearthswarming Orange
Cool Citrine
Hot Mahogany Inn

White Album

Author's Note

This is my thirty–fourth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the following fan characters appearing in this chapter belong to someone else: Tails, Smudge Proof, and Silver Wing belong to Smudge Proof; the Filly Guide Troop consisting of Berry Munch, Dulce Deleche, Savannah Smile, Trefoil, and Do–Si–Do belong to ArtAnon.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

White Album

To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a great overestimation for an utter lack of better terms to say the very least; however, it didn’t change the reality of it all. An abundance of stormclouds were found to be clogging up the firmament, dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon the world below itself before solidifying about. The target in question was a large conurbation, a series of tall buildings with its lights and sounds out and about as they guided the way all throughout for all its denizens. There were soft layers of white all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation lamentable to be standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance within. Only signs of life brewing through the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were a dyed deep blue with a small collection of vessel in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very city, there was but a trio of ponies who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance. These three had possessed certain common traits: a mane flowing out in a rough shape, a pair of beady eyes, and heavy clothing on their bodies. Of course, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least.

Their collective sense of fashion was certainly suitable for the very environment they were all in, something the equines had constructed as their identities. The heavyset unicorn on the left had a cobalt scheme and ginger tresses, donning a bright blue cap, a red sweater vest, black slacks, and yellow mittens. On the other side, a much lankier counterpart, although golden, didn’t glisten and neither did his jaded hair, thanks to the striped scarf and blue overcoat. Standing in the middle of them was an ordinary red pony; unlike the two, the redhead was a mare based on her olive ensemble and reflective accent over it.

“Snips, I’m kind of scared about this; why did it have to be here nearby the city of all places…?” the lanky unicorn had sneezed as a few snowflakes landed onto his nose rather gracefully.

The aforementioned heavyweight had replied, “I don’t know: it must have something to do with the scenery or the weather itself; at least we already have a feeling that we’re not in Ponyville anymore…”

“You don’t need to tell us that: the invite said that he was to be hosting it in Rosemound at this time of the year; good thing it’s not Hearths Warming yet…” the mare in the middle had scoffed, reaching into her blouse for something, “I just don’t understand why not some other month or maybe even Winter Wrap Up of all places…”

“Maybe he was overbooked or something, like that librarian back at home…” the cobalt unicorn said as the mixture was raining down.

The lanky counterpart responded while she pulled out a piece of paper, “I believed you meant overstocked… Tails, how far are we from the guesthouse…?”

“About seven miles from here, Snails: if we take the bus, then we won’t have to worry about freezing to death; besides, they have bathhouses and saunas ready for us…” the titular traveler answered back immediately before looking around at the streets, “at least I’d come prepared with enough fares to and from here and then some; veterinarian classes have been paying off for me.”

“Come to think of it, how is Ballista; is he okay…?” Snips asked, shivering about slowly in the shadowed snowstorm.

The red pony breathed a hot one and answered immediately, “fine for the most part: Fluttershy said he’s getting to be a bit older and not used to keeping up with me; she even pointed out it would be a blessing if he made it to twenty…”

“Just like the average pony, right Tails…?” Snails replied, earning a shake from the eponymous female, “Tails, what’s wrong…?”

“It’s nothing much at all: I’m just trying to take my mind off of these things: we’ve been almost inseparable since I was just a little filly; now, he can barely even jump…” Tails sighed through her teeth somberly.

It wasn’t long until the three of them were standing on the edge of the sidewalk, looking at the line of vehicles up in front by yards away as the flurries grew. Standing rightly over their side were a long line of buildings all made from various materials and heights, each capable of storing people and products at once. Only the thick layers of clothing on the backs of its owners hadn’t just simply kept the threesome comfortable but also in decent company in the winter weather. Keeping in tune with the collective objective at hand, the red pony quickly looked both ways at the street before their hooves to find nothing whatsoever yet. All that they were only hoping for was a large enough vehicle of any sort befitting their current needs, especially in regards to their descending temperatures.

Within only seconds’ time, a long and slender conveyance had stopped itself nearby the very curbside, boxy brown with rose tinted windows and some grayish finishes with a few people storming outwardly.

Afterwards, a lone gruff voice had quickly spoken out to all three of them at once, “need a ride…?”

It'd belonged to a mere pegasus stallion of a pale yellow complexion, already lacking the rather lustrous sheen the golden unicorn had already possessed. The driver’s big hair was neatly adorned in an equilateral yet still curvy afro with each and every frizzy tress all faintly colored in a peachy bleachy shade. The elder’s attire was also simplistically fitting like their clothing as well: a visor splotched in green, a big blue shirt, and a pair of jet black sweatpants.

“Yes, sir… very badly as you can see; there is a party that’s starting real soon…” she said calmly with a bow before pulling out a small brown purse from her olive blouse, “is this the route to the Hillside Guesthouses…?”

“Not quite directly but if you take a transfer to twenty–five, then you’ll be able to make it from there; by the way, that will be five bits each…” the gilded pegasus had answered, holding out his right hand.

Almost instantaneously, Tails had pulled out over a dozen shiny metal coins, all of which were gold; as a result, the driver took them all from her hand. As pedestrians became passengers, the elder double–checked for more individuals only to find no one else, pulling on the handle that retracted the doors. The second the wheels got into motion once more again like before, the automobile soon moved about, making stops on the way for some more lifeforms.

Of the trio who found a seat on the left, both of the unicorns sat behind the red pony whom was at least three seats away from the gilded pegasus. Newly sheltered from the very elements in question, the threesome were able to take solace in the mobile scenery presented by glass windows. Even though they were safe and sound, the passengers knew it was only a matter of time before they would find themselves right out in the cold.

It wasn’t long until she'd slowly choked out a faint cough immediately, “I hope this trip gets us there on time before they start without us…”

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath them all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such faint beige, already contrasted by the creamy orange ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit in a rectangular shape that was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings.

There were at least several mares present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks. The first was a stout redhead, coated in a thickly bright cherry with big eyes of glazed violet, lounging about in the waters with a purple collar. The second one right behind the pony was a thin, mustard ginger with big brown eyes, happily washing her target’s bare back and tresses in red. Two more mares were found standing high and dry, kissing one another as they had also donned red collars: a blonde pegasus and a minty unicorn. The only one whom had more clothing than the quartet was another gingerly mare with freckles beneath her tense green orbs and a black collar.

“Dammit, I don’t understand why we’re all doing this: the whole troop sucking, thrusting, and defiling alongside other ponies doing Celestia knows what…” the lanky observer growled, hearing osculation among the wet mist they were in, “Tag–A–Long I can handle but Samoa was unexpected: another stallion saw something in that zebra; what if he takes advantage of her…?”

“Doubt it, sug: Pippy–boy’s way too gentle for this; besides, Sammy–girl’s a Guide, and Filly Guides don’t let anything or anypony push us around, Do–Si–Do…!” the blonde mare had cooed after breaking away from her minted counterpart’s lips, opening up her solid green eyes without even so much as a care in the world whatsoever.

While revealing the icy blue, its owner had spat out, “I never expected to see that scrawny stallion again, let alone be with her of all ponies either; I should have locked the door shut rather than have him watch us messing around so he can jack off to us making love…”

“At least he took the time to run really fast; shame he could have flew fast like me when I took us to and from dinner before dessert, right Trefoil…?” the yellow pegasus giggled before nuzzling her aforementioned colleague’s forehead, “besides, it’s nice that we could all see each other again outside of the Troop…”

“But with this many ponies: there’s probably a couple dozen of them coming to this place and we’re gonna be in our birthday suits…!” Do–Si–Do exclaimed, looking upon her jet black ensemble of a long dress, short skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts; the only exceptions were a simple white hat matching the belt adorned that didn’t cover her chest or lap completely.

The wet ginger in the pool with the stout redhead replied, pointing at the lanky mare’s attire, “then what do you call this…?”

“A nightmare fuel station attendant’s shitty excuse for clothing…” Do–Si–Do had scoffed freely, covering her body with both arms, “I can’t believe it’s see–through of all things; looks like something from a trashy romance novel…”

“Romance novels are too clean for this; besides, it’s nothing to be ashamed of now: just the lot of us making love and having fun along the way…” the minty unicorn had sighed before locking lips with the blonde mare once again.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the quintet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more mares were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some multicolored tresses, red collars around their necklines, and pale coating upon themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, unclothed and dry so to speak.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as most of the equines who were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the mares had a pinkish color scheme and tresses containing every color from the rainbow save for green whereas the other was coated in silver and bore locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up at the end. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them standing about: only the silver mare amongst the very duo had donned some creases of fat worn right upon her rosy cheekbones. Thirdly, the pink pony in question had maintained a thinly toned figure with flanks illustrating a paintbrush at the end of a purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly with pies directly upon her very sides. In addition, the lightweight visitor in question had both irises rich with color of opals right within the owner’s visage whereas her heavyset correspondent bore some amber waves of grain amongst the richly earthen tones.

Of the twosome whom arrived in time, the pink pony was the first to speak, “excuse us, we had heard this was the bath; we had just finished undressing earlier after we got our collars. We were expecting more ponies to be here in this room; anyway, where are the others and who are you ponies…?”

“We kind of felt tempted to ask the same question too; of course, even Samoa could tell that you’re both just as nervous as I am…” the lanky ginger groaned as the two had gently shut the door behind themselves immediately, “the name is Do–Si–Do by the way and I’m a Filly Guide; behind me are my friends: Dulce, Berry, Savannah, and Trefoil. There’s actually more of us here, two to be precise: Tag–A–Long and Samoa had just left here several minutes ago…”

“The Filly Guides… I heard of them while in Ponyville but we never expected to see them here of all places, much less Rosemound; what are y’all doing here out of uniform anyway…?” the silver heavyweight had asked the five of them.

It wasn’t long until the blond mare turned her gaze away from Trefoil and answered, “we have all been invited to a kinky party: the theme is RGB – redheads, gingers, and blondes; anypony whose somepony is more than welcome to bring a friend over. In my case, Trefoil and I had met while we were in the Guides for over a decade; of course, as what ya are both seeing here, we have been more than just friends: aside from dating a cute pegasus hottie, I’ve been making out with her since we had started developing. Come to think of it, sug, both of ya almost look like one of the Wonderbolts here, except y’all missing some wings and completeness of yer colors; in fact, she looks a little more closer to her…”

“I’m not Rainbow Dash’s sister if that’s what you mean…” the lightweight visitor replied with a faint frown upon her face, wrapping the left arm around her opposite counterpart tightly, “I’m Toola–Roola and this is my friend Coconut Cream; we gotten an invite sent to us both over a month ago after Nightmare Night.”

“We had been wondering who’s hosting it lately but we hadn’t seen which one was it at all…” the titular mare had added onward into the conversation almost rather instantaneously at once.

The minty unicorn finally chimed in again, “an entrepreneur by the name of Smudge Proof: he’s been buying up cookies from the drive since I became Troop Leader years ago, a big step up from the pranks that some certain pegasus tried to pull, bless her heart and whatnot. I’m telling you, leading the next generation is no easy task but not every single thing in life is supposed to come easy; besides, I’d earned my badges fair and square so this shouldn’t be much of a pushover anyway. Since winter break is already here, Savannah had insisted that we should pick back up where our relationship had left off so none of the fillies under my care will get distracted; this place seems to be the perfect opportunity: no distractions, no unwanted guest, just some good old–fashioned Ponyville style loving.”

“Ya got that right, sug; besides, I was able to land me a Wonderbolt in the making for a boyfriend and he’d agreed to come with me to the party as well…” Savannah sniggered as she strutted towards Trefoil and place her left hand over the latter’s bust, “come to think of it, what have y’all gals been doing lately…?”

“Nothing much lately: I’m been yearning to start my own business selling pies in and out of Ponyville; Toola–Roola’s been taking a break from the art academy since this autumn…” Coconut Cream answered, winking at the pink pony.

The wet redhead started to drool and purred, “mmm… I would like to try some of your pies one day, Miss Cream…”

“Maybe someday: perhaps I could trade them for some of your cookies just for comparing the tastes; besides, it’ll be out of this world…” the silver mare sighed as she and Toola–Roola had slowly climbed into the water carefully, “besides, we never expected you seven to be here; are there going to be others we should know about?”

“Yes indeedy but don’t fret: everypony happens to be bringing a special somepony of their choosing for the ride so it’s nothing to be worry about or ashamed of…” Dulce answered as she started watching the two come closer to her.

The pink pony then asked the two counterparts, “do you two have a special somepony of your own…?”

“Not me, but Berry’s taking a liking to one of the nice colts out there; they happen to have so much in common with one another…” the wet ginger said as Berry backed away from them just a bit, “aside from their favorite foods, they seemed to do more than just go together like an item…”

“Maybe just like us; after all, that’s what friendship is about: sticking together no matter what…” Coconut Cream exhaled out amongst the mist.

Soon, the heat of the moment was spiced up with laughter from all mares, even Do–Si–Do whom was starting to sweat rather profusely because of it as she’d tugged onto the rim of her fabric gently away from the collar.

Beyond the event horizon was a ground zero mansion that had currently stood out amongst other buildings deeply within the very inclines. The abode was covered up in an elaborate style; its polished powdered whiteness was adorning the structure in accumulative precipitation. The gable roof was interspersed with an adjacent catslide behind the entrance, topped along with shingles of tar and feathers into thatches. Many of the wholesome bay windows were either closed or obscured by the blinds while the adjacent sunshades had hovered over them. It even had a balcony standing far above the ground by a mere few dozen feet; however, the weather conditions had limited such usage. Only the orange door added the finishing touch to the otherwise picturesque residence, surrounded by a very high metal fencing.

Standing outside were three ponies: none other than Snips, Snails, and Tails themselves as lone intermediaries facing the door upfront within full view. The air was cold and cruel to a fault: not only it’d been killing plants and freezing water alike, they’ve threatened the livelihoods of all three combined. An abundance of flora and topiary were also present, great and small, hibernating about right underneath the very whims of the blinding snowstorm. Beneath their hooves were thin layers of snow and sleet covering up the ground; despite the frigidity of it all, the ground they stood upon was solid.

It wasn’t long until the cobalt unicorn mustered up the strength to knock onto the wooden door and chattered, “hello… issss anypony there…?”

The rest of the ponies behind Snips were shifting uncomfortably shifting about before a small crack was formed before his eyes, giving off a faint light as it originated from a crystalline chandelier.

“Can I help you, my little ponies…?” a dry voice made it through to the visiting cobalt unicorn and his two colleagues, “you look a little lost…”

“Of course not, we have the invitations that were sent to us, sir…” Snips replied bravely, pulling out of his pocket a red envelope with a small white heart and snowflake pattern as did the others as well.

Sure enough, the crack in the door grew wider as the shivering threesome was finally granted safe passage in the mansion almost immediately. Now that they came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the equines in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the visitors’ eyes: a table here and a nightstand there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in the threesome’s way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleek jet black stands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a lone nevus resting right underneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simple: a conical felt hat resting upon the mane and an open housecoat both colored in red.

One thing that made the redhead recoil about was the fact the host’s dishabille made them all privy to the latter’s abs and shaft; as such, the former had peeped, “oh my goodness, you’re naked…!”

“I know that and so is everyone else…” the white unicorn chuckled as he’d given off a small wry smile, “the name’s Smudge Proof and let’s just say that I’ve been expecting more for the party tonight; after all, I have a way with hosting the finest of parties…”

“Come to think of it, if this is a party, then where’s everypony else…?” Snails asked as he’d quickly looked around to find that at least a few ponies here and there standing right behind the eponymous host.

Smudge Proof exhaled a sigh and produced an answer, “they’re in different parts of the building; of course, you three need to be better acquainted with your peers. Thankfully, there’s a dressing room nearby that my lover, Silver Wing can help you with these clothes.”

In an instant, a lone silver pegasus trotted right up to the white unicorn’s side; unlike the other equines in her line of eyesight, she was the most exposed. Already bearing an ample bosom and voluptuous curves, the freckly occupant was adorned with a pair of shiny golden rings piercing both of her nubbins. She donned an all–black ensemble darker than her hair of a short skirt, gloves, and stockings; the only exception was a purple collar worn right on her neck. Judging from Silver Wing’s lidded green orbs, she was almost euphoric to see some company: her loins were currently stained with such viscous liquids.

“Is everything being taking care of, Master…?” the silver pegasus asked, already rubbing the host’s shoulders sensually with her own two hands, “it seems that we have more visitors in attendance…”

“Indeed, Wing: I also notice that these two gentlecolts have brought a filly alongside them as well but none of them have bothered to introduce themselves; what’s your name, sweetheart…?” Smudge Proof asked Tails with a smirk.

“I’m Tails and these are my friends, Snips and Snails; we came all the way from Ponyville to the city to see what is going on: why is the collar around your neck for…?” the aforementioned redhead had introduced herself and her respective entourage.

Silver Wing cooed, pointing to the item in question, “oh, this old thing… it’s just what other mares are wearing in there for the party; mine’s is purple but there are other colors they’re wearing: red, black, and even blue. Do you like it…?”

“I don’t know… this doesn’t look right for me: I never even dared to put a collar around my pet dog…” Tails responded, wincing at the particular item of clothing in question, “doesn’t it seem a bit degrading, Miss Wing…?”

“Not at all: my partner and I prefer to keep an open mind and this party is one of the ways to do it; besides, I heard that sometimes ponies who have something special to share with want to spice things up a bit…” the silver pegasus answered before kissing the white unicorn hot on the lips, “after all, don’t you have a special somepony of your own or are any one of these fine stallions?”

“We’re just friends, not with benefits, if that’s what you two are implying here; besides, they already have marefriends of their own anyway…!” the redhead had blurted out before covering her blushing hot mouth instantaneously.

Tails looked downward in shame, surely feeling tension rising about upon her back because of what was just said and the host replied, “don’t worry, I’m pretty sure that everypony has one out there in the world so it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, my darling Wing will show you three to the dressing room and get you three situated with the other guests. I’m sure that they will do more than to keep you company for the time being; now, what do you say…?”

“Okay…!” the gilded unicorn exclaimed exuberantly.

The cobalt counterpart soon closed the door behind them as they had moved further onward throughout the very foyer. With each step the party of five had taken, murmurs became more recognizable alongside the ambience that was music. Only then did the visitors’ imaginations begin to grow wild thanks to the casual clothing of both Smudge Proof and Silver Wing.

Needless to say, although that their trek throughout the big city was over, things were just getting started right away: Snips, Snails, and Tails knew about it but could barely understand the details altogether in their entirety so to speak; as a matter of fact, only the latter of the trio was starting to feel nervous yet had kept her own composure anyway.

Powdered Rouge

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 all those times spent uploading and updating; 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.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I had said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Tails belonging to Smudge Proof and Berry Munch to ArtAnon, Parkton is based on Kallen Kouzuki from Code Geass which belongs to Gorō Taniguchi and Ichirō Ōkouchi, so much so that you can check out this artwork made by the likes of CrossoverManiac.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the second chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

Powdered Rouge

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling lights, which were suspended by about few meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate fibers of red sandstone while being seven yards away from the center. A few windows were found to be displaying pictures of a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in a darker shade, purchased from the distant lands at fair bargains before being cleaned thoroughly. The very place was garnished with fine furniture in various shapes, sizes, and shades: couches, chairs, and cushions made with the same soft materials. There were circular tables covered in white linen with a bouquet of flowers inside a porcelain vase at the center, sequestered to the side with foodstuff. A composition of strings and brass mixed together calmly sounded off by a nigh phonograph, filling the air with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but only one had both; of course, there were a few exceptions. Many of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of roses in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and howling winds outside.

Out of many, one lone yellow mare was found to be standing up about right nearby a windowsill, leaning against the wall with her bare back. Sets of straight red tresses were found making its very way throughout her back, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the mare’s head was a light pink bow resting on them, creating a piece of shade from the reflected light with an illustrious sheen. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of orange were already widened with her coy smile as they had been both offset by clusters of freckles. In regards to the redhead’s attire, all that she wore around her neck was a red collar that was in the go–between of her tresses and hairbow. Considering the utter lack of clothing thereof, her slender body showed off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and a slender fork. Resting upon her flanks was a purple tinted apple with a heart of a lighter shade inside a tricolor shield painted in that alongside red and pink.

Standing right at the opposite end was an orange stallion looking back at the redhead and the snowfall that was still taking place outside. A moderate shade of deep purple tresses were found to be slicked back, matching his lidded eyes despite being of a different shade altogether. Like herself, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, already showing off his limber but muscular frame and his wavering shaft too. Donned right upon his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a big black cylinder hat standing almost against a conical spotlight.

“So Tender Taps, what do ya want to do…?” the freckled redhead had giggled at the eponymous male diffidently.

It wasn’t long until he answered back nervously, “whatever we want… heh, what do you want, Apple Bloom…?”

“Well then, let’s just say that what Ah want involves dancing, but much more than the steps…” she sighed before trotting over to Tender Taps’ side, gently stroking her dainty fingers across his faintly toned abdomen, “just the tips, just the tips, what Ah want is much more than just the tips…”

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the orange stallion’s trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves upon the cherry carpeting beneath them: Apple Bloom was already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When Tender Taps transferred his lips from the target down to her neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils, breathing down her literally. Only then when the orange stallion’s tongue started licking the redhead’s shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, her smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bust in between delivering pleasure hoped for, silently whining about. Delighted by the sheer fact that Tender Taps started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, Apple Bloom had started letting out loud soft moans.

Nearby the twosome were five other ponies also in the altogether: aside from Snips, Snails, and Tails, there were two more mares alike in fair dignity at first. Like the orange stallion’s lover, they’d possessed certain commonalities: red tresses flowing out, height and stature, and sweat donned right over their bodies. Of course, there were many significant differences between the two observers, not that anyone else would have bothered to pay attention, for the most part.

Speaking of the two though, they were the ones who had been closer together to watch them get lost in the throes of their passion throughout the passing time. For starters, one of the redheads had a beige color scheme and an elongated curly style whereas the other was coated in bronze and short but straightforward. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them standing about: only the bronze observer bore some freckles. Thirdly, the beige mare had worn some hot pink irises reeking about with lust whereas the bronze counterpart bore exuberant green containing intrigue. Of the two redheads in question, the pale observer had the largest cleavage with a thin tinted pinkness while the other was smaller and painted thick brown. While the beige mare had a pair of peppermint sticks in the form of a heart adorning the flanks, the bronze counterpart carried some scissors with small seeds. Like the yellow mare upfront, their attire worn upon their bodies were collars overall: the pale observer donned purple; the freckled one matched her hair.

Even though that the other ponies in attendance were moaning about, the particular party of five were also treated to the sight of the orange stallion planting his kisses about: of them, the cobalt unicorn stammered about, “you know, I’m feeling very conflicted about how I’m supposed to feel watching this…”

“Den don’t just watch, scissor boy…” the freckled redhead cooed, catching Snips off–guard by pulling him aside away from the others, “come here…!”

“Wait a second, what the fuck are you doing, Babs?!” the scarlet pony, already donned in a blue collar, exclaimed while watching the aforementioned redhead locking lips with the cobalt unicorn.

The bronze mare quickly broke away with a smirk and sniggered about, “if I had recalled correctly, I was told dis was a party so de least we can do is let loose and do what my cousin is doing…”

“Oh, Tender… tap me hard…!” Apple Bloom cooed delightfully, effortlessly feeling great hotness in a jiff thanks to the titular stallion lapping at her sheath, “go ahead and drink mah cider already…!”

“So maybe, ya know, join de club…?” Babs murmured before quickly smacking a grab on Snips’ flanks nearby his simplistic scissors symbol upon them.

After a blankly shot yelp, the cobalt unicorn moaned, “kiss me hard on the mouth, why don’t you…?”

“Ya wanna kiss me, mudderfucker?” the freckled pony snarled, grabbing Snips by his prepuce quickly, “let me tell ya a little secret: we’re gonna fuck the fuck outta each other until ya get drained…!”

With little warning whatsoever, Babs osculated the cobalt unicorn; their eyes now also accented by blushing since they had surrendered themselves to their lusts. Even though that Snips was trembling about, his apprehension became affected by the bronze redhead’s enthusiasm with both tongues slipping out in ecstasy. Out of the two whom collapsed on the flooring, the cobalt unicorn was pushing himself in Babs’ whispering eye, still tongue–tied during their very ardent embrace. Adding to their wet and wild state was the salivation growing all throughout their muzzles as soon as they broke away from one another once again instantly. Sure enough, Snips had started grabbing onto the bronze redhead’s bosoms for some support, making the latter cough out a wet and messy but contented moan.

“I’m gonna cum, Babs…” the cobalt unicorn had strained out a warning to the eponymous mare, stopping himself gently.

The bronze redhead held her bust in place with both hands and huffed, “den shoot dem all over my fucking tits…!”

“Are you sure about this, Babs…?” Snips shuddered as he took his tumescent yard and held its slick form away from the aforementioned target, “what if I miss and blind you…?”

“Don’t worry about me going blind; I WANT YOUR COCK TO PAINT MY FUCKING RACK WHITE ALREADY…!” Babs bellowed belligerently.

It didn’t take long for the cobalt unicorn to just go on ahead and pat his shaft reluctantly, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface area. Only the recent stardust memories mixed in with the sight and sound of the yellow mare being explored by her orange lover had served as aid. Tensed up from the fervent excursion which was cut short by the bronze redhead’s demands, it was a matter of time before Snips could fulfill it. After a brief while in due time, the cobalt unicorn had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and onto Babs’ bared body respectively.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow mare had started mollycoddling the orange stallion’s prepuce playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her fork almost immediately, fully aware of its saturated state. Apple Bloom swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage before she decided to do the same to Tender Taps’ yard and proceeded to forward her hot and heavy lips around it all. Each time that the orange stallion felt the yellow mare stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding prepuce, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because Tender Taps’ tongue was already intertwined with Apple Bloom’s sheath and vice versa with the yard, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding so to speak. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only the yellow mare began to break away after getting her fill instantaneously.

While this was happening, the beige pony watched as Apple Bloom then sat onto Tender Taps’ shaft and started gyrating about without a care. The frizzy onlooker was watching the yellow counterpart’s whispering eye still being lapped at with hungry eyes and a burning desire as well. Frequent moans by Apple Bloom left the beige pony in a slight hypnotic trance at the state the former had already found herself in completely.

It wasn’t long until the frizzy redhead started drooling only to be interrupted by the gilded unicorn’s voice, “Twist, are you okay…?”

“Huh… Thnailth…?” the titular spectator gurgled about, turning around to face the nearby stallion at once, “you want to do me in the butt ath well; it ith what you were thinking about, am I right?”

“You're serious…?” the highlighted redhead had stuttered about almost instantly, still listening to the yellow mare moaning closer to themselves.

Nodding off slowly, the gilded unicorn had said softly, “ehh… more or less…”

“Leth do it now; the night ith young and tho are we, reedy ridgeling…!” Twist snarled playfully at Snails, planting her hands forward as she crawled toward Apple Bloom, “don’t keep thith anal thlut of yourth waiting any longer now, loverboy…!”

It wasn’t long until the gilded unicorn’s freshly exposed prepuce now went inside of the frizzy pony’s fundament, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the carpeting at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as Snails had held onto Twist’s flanks firmly with the tips of his fingers gently digging into her. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the beige redhead started feeling her whispering eye getting heated all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water. Now, Twist was firmly aware of how her fork already burned about with such hot moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for the yellow mare upfront. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, the frizzy pony now moaned the loudest of the three couples since her waistline was occupied by the gilded unicorn alone. Much of the momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as Snails had still bounced up against Twist’s croup with growing determination and expectation. It was only in a matter of moments the gilded unicorn got close enough to unleash a discharge into the beige redhead, her haunches reacting to the repeated incursion thereof. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time as Twist was losing control of her own body as Snails clenched his eyelids, sweating about as the former lolled her moist tongue out.

“I hope you’re ready for this; here it comes…!” the gilded unicorn had warned, closing both of his beady eyes and milling enamel against itself.

Drooling about again, the frizzy mare had spat out only huskily, “thince when wath I never ready to feel you come?! Do it already, you fucking fay…!”

Sure enough, Snails had bucked his hips into Twist’s fundament fast and loose, let out a loud moan along some more to little end in sight. Only then did the gilded unicorn relent immediately afterwards, panting and huffing about as the beige redhead broke away from him easily. Stretching about was a small string of white liquid right in between Twist and Snails before being broken almost instantaneously at once.

While this was going on and about, only Tails herself was literally caught in the middle; unlike the other three whom were in the midst of their passions, she’d possessed so many differences. For starters, despite her status as a redhead, not only were her mane and tail of a darker shade with its own kinks here and there, there were some patches of whiteness residing about as well. Next, Tails’ general lack of attire was accented by a literal blue collar, a shade much colder than the red that both Babs and Apple Bloom wore but warmer than the frizzy participant in question. Lastly but not least, the highlighted redhead had donned a figure of a big red heart with snow white wings sprouting outwardly on both sides of the shape right upon her limber toned flanks. Aside from the sweat, Tails felt something else running down her gaskins, already signifying the commonalities between herself and the other three mares as she was blushing about to little end.

“Are you okay, miss; is there something wrong here…?” a question was heard immediately; while it was obviously clear the sensation the highlighted redhead experienced hadn’t went unnoticed, none of the others or their partners made the attempt to speak about it: far too gentle for either of them, “I’ve noticed that you’re alone…”

As soon as Tails turned around, the source in question led her to find another redheaded mare, also alone but more relaxed so far along the way. She was a pegasus coated with the cooled shade that was reminiscent of the green grass of home and abroad untouched by the wintry inundation. Around the observer’s luxurious pupils were circles of a dyed deep blue having already widened with its tender gaze which could refresh lifeforms. Unlike the mares nearby, the collar worn around the green pegasus’ neck was painted in a jet black scheme, offset by a brass ring in the middle. Like the highlighted redhead, she’d even possessed a limber frame, clothed in twine emphasizing moderate bosoms, small umbilicus, and lean fork. The green pegasus’ flanks were adorned with but a clean brass horseshoe with a troika of conical steely spikes directly underneath the round bottom.

“Who are you…?” Tails asked the black collared observer almost instantaneously, albeit only more hesitantly than much earlier.

It didn’t take long for the green pegasus to reply, “I’m Parkton… I came here with my fellow classmates all the way from another land to study abroad… What is your name…?”

“Tails… I’m Tails…” the eponymous redhead introduced herself reluctantly, entranced by her colleague’s full figure form, “I’m a native in Equestria and so are my friends, Snips and Snails; of course, we don’t share the same hometown…”

“I see… I’m not like most of my peers: I’m from Neighpon, Sen Tomah to be precise; it’s a real nice city… you should come and visit it sometime…” Parkton said, wiping the sweat off of her eyebrows.

Tails started to stand to look around amongst their peers and had asked, “where are your friends anyway…?”

“They’re around: most of them are in different rooms within the premises…” the green pegasus answered, pointing toward a lone pair of female in the distance, “as a matter of fact, there are two of them in here right now: my classmate Primrose is very infatuated with Spokane but she’s not with us; Red Lantern, however, has just stepped out to use the bathroom. I think he’s nervous about being here altogether but it’s not like I’m in any position to blame him though; he’s always devoted to getting extra credits and he’s not like most ponies in here…”

“What do you mean by that…?” the highlighted redhead had inquired almost immediately at once.

A full beat of silence grew upon Parkton’s lips before she gave Tails her answer instantaneously, “let’s just say unless he gets sheared by the summertime he easily tends to get hot under the collar literally; he sometimes get around to sell the clothes off his back afterwards.”

“You mean he’s a sheep?!” the highlighted redhead had exclaimed only for it to fall on the deaf ears of the rather licentious crowd around themselves, “but I thought that–––”

“He’s actually part ram and he’s also a foreigner who’s been living abroad in Neighpon as well; besides, it’s not that he’s shy at all once you get to know him once in a while…” the green pegasus interjected even as Babs gave off a loud moan, much to the mild discomfort of Tails overall.

Needless to say, Parkton grabbed her highlighted counterpart aside and whispered awkwardly, “let’s leave the lovebirds alone ‘til my boyfriend returns…”

As the two redheads walked away, the bronze mare watched with glee as Snips was now lapping at her sheath, the same task that the beige counterpart was undertaking with her yellow target.

“Aah… kiss it, Tent Tapper… kiss me right there…!” Apple Bloom heaved, blissfully unaware that Twist’s muzzle was really buried in between the former’s gaskins, “oh, yeah that it… its dinnertime…!”

“Umm… you can open your eyes now, Apple Bloom…” the orange stallion peeped, prompting his aforementioned foil to widen her eyeballs and be greeted by the sight of him and the gilded unicorn resting on the knees with their yards firmly in hand.

Apple Bloom averted her gaze towards her beige counterpart whom giggled about, “you know, I was aware of how thweet you were but being literal over it really taketh the cake…”

“Whoa…!” the yellow mare exclaimed as Twist kept on licking at the former’s whispering eye, “ahhhhh…”

While this was going one, the two stallions nearby the mares were furious stroking their shafts to and fro towards them, their rhythm barely synchronized to the sounds of Apple Bloom’s moans. To many, this was of no surprise whatsoever to anyone considering where they were currently; as a matter of fact, they were similar scenes taking place right around themselves already at once. For what it was worth, the yellow mare didn’t object to the beige counterpart so much as a bit, blushing and drooling about even as both Tender Taps and Snails patted their prepuces around.

“Now, can I have permission to cum inside you…?” the cobalt unicorn had meekly asked about, looking towards the bronze redhead right up ahead.

With only a snide smirk, Babs replied, “why don’t ya kiss my buns and den maybe ya can fuck me like ya wanted to earlier like we had said…?”

With the same tongue from before, Snips pushed the bronze redhead’s cannons upward before jutting back in her once again, this time in the croup which had sent tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyes tightly, she suppressed quiet moans before reopening them to look at the ceiling in contentment as the cobalt unicorn held onto her fundament firmly in his very grasp. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent fork right underneath her, bringing out some more pleasure at once. Each time Snips’ tongue switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, Babs felt her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with hunger and thirst from his very exploration. Needless to say, the cobalt unicorn stretched the bronze mare’s flanks wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to closed her eyes again and give out a loud moan as well. She started gurgling about as the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing that she would’ve done more to support her body, attempting to reach up to her wet sheath to furbish it.

“Mm…!” Snips gave out a slobbering moan, having licked deeper inside Babs, his appetite superseded by the dryness, forcing him to relent, release, and retract; now that the tongue had filled in both contents with salivation inside, the former broke away from the habit of it all, planting the yard into her, “I want to feel you…!”

“OH FUCK YEAH…!” the bronze redhead cooed as the cobalt unicorn now rested his hands onto her croup, stretching them wide before plunging the shaft into them through slowly and progressively; this made the former’s blushing grin grow more excited.

Needless to say, she was now feeling more pleasure each time he slowly rubbed against her while sliding his prepuce in and out rapidly; as a result, she wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Vastly diminutive high–pitched moans escaped from Babs’ wet lips again along with the added panting before slowly turning into some intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine. Even Snips couldn’t barely help to grunt, pant, and moan as well every time that his thrusting yard punctured throughout the fundament, causing its owner to dig into the whispering eye to puncture into it gently. Still grasping onto the bronze redhead tightly, the cobalt unicorn moved his left hand to grab onto her adjacent cannon while his other hand now groped the tacky flanks while the shaft moving right inside. They had started to gain some momentum as she used her right hand to go in between her gaskins and start wiping her fork slowly, loving every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness therein. With his prepuce buried inside Babs’ croup, she’d occupied herself with her own sheath; each time that they moved around and about, they felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere. The two ponies felt their perspiration already pouring through one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever, their continuous efforts getting to a highpoint. Excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment: the bronze mare barely took it any longer, yelling at the peak of it all while shooting out more juices.

After Snips plunged his yard into her fundament, not one drop of the extract was escaping from there, much to her delight so to speak; as this was going on, he let out a long pant, “hah… I feel like my dick had been drained already; how much longer…?”

“Already… ya gotta be kiddin’ me aren’t ya…?” Babs scoffed derisively at the cobalt unicorn’s predicament, feeling her flanks already tacked on with his solution, “ya friend Snails lasted a lot longer giving Twist–a–loo some anal, not to mention still has time to jack it off to her eating out my cousin like dere’s no tomorrow…”

“Mmm…!” mewed the yellow mare as her face was quickly painted white with Tender Taps’ emanation, the same fluid which was now also onto Twist’s croup thanks to Snips’ counterpart in question.

It didn’t take long for Apple Bloom to be literally face–to–face with her beige correspondent and locked lips almost immediately at once. The fact that they were both cloaked in sweat, saps, and saliva in the altogether wasn’t enough to fill themselves with shame in the least. As far as anyone can see, Twist could barely believe what was happening: the yellow mare was now right within their mutual embrace. With the two mares biting the lips and tongues as well as each other gently all throughout, rather than contesting, they were cooperative. Every second spent trading kisses with one another was bliss; not even the stallions’ fluids from before dared to deter the twosome at all. Apple Bloom was firmly aware of the differences they had both possessed alongside their very commonalities simply through touching. Right throughout their own lidded eyes, the very irises had instantaneously met with a subdued clash of shades, hue, and cry in between. The music around themselves along with other peers changed even as the ambiance was merely preferable to mere slim margins of error. Despite the changing arrangements, they remained lost in the moment of passing times, tongue–tied by their momentary lust among them.

The beige mare finally broke away from her little yellow friend and cooed, “even though that thith ithn’t the firtht time we had kithed, it ith thtill a blething to meet each again to do tho; I don’t mind doing it either…”

“Ah just feel guilty that we grew apart since that cute–ceañera years ago; even mah desperate attempts to earn one has made me forget…” Apple Bloom had sighed while blushing alongside Twist with a faint smile right upon themselves, “Ah have been so obsessive with being alone, Ah neglected our own friendship altogether; Ah should have done more…”

“Thtop with the guilt–tripping, Apple Bloom; it’s not jutht you: it ith altho me who let it weaken too…” the beige redhead had interjected sharply.

The yellow mare had winced and inquired instantaneously, “what do ya mean by that, Twist; how could ya even say that…?”

“It thould have been obviouth: ever thince I got my cutie mark, I barely had anytime outhide of thchool to thtay in touch with one another; all that bumping and grinding here and there…” the titular individual had explained, beads of sweat dropping from her brow and onto Apple Bloom, “all that candy but none of you made me a dull louthe. But now with all the more free time in our grathp and in here of all placeth no leth, the leatht we can do ith catch up on thome old timeth we lotht and make up for them by making thweet, thweet love to one another and with our coltfriendth ath well.”

“Pardon me but is there room for more…?” another feminine voice cut into the fold, bringing the amorous duo out of their solitary gaze at once.

Two more redheaded mares were now easily found joining the yellow mare, her friends and cousin alike: needless to say, the stout observer wasn’t alone. As with the three below them, they had possessed certain commonalities: red tresses flowing out, height and stature, and an eager yet reluctant gaze right within. Of course, there were also many significant differences between the two observers, especially considering that one of whom stood right next to Berry directly.

Of the three redheads, it was Apple Bloom herself whom was at a loss of words immediately; despite the lack of symmetry, the two had acted as if they were looking for a man in the mirror. After all, they had everything that made them seem more like a reflection of themselves therein: mane, coat, eyes, stature, complexion, attire and even the decorations right upon their very heads. The only differences between the two ponies were only the colors of the bow, collar and flanks: unlike Apple Bloom, her doppelganger had a gold scheme, black collar and a grain respectively.

The beige redhead turned away from her friend and asked, “I’m thorry but who are you thuppothed to be…?”

“Mine name is Opal Bloom and I hast arrived from the Crystal Empire as per the invitations…” the double had introduced herself, holding onto the stout redhead’s left hand nervously, “honestly, ‘tis my first time to the rather quaint place of merriment…”

“What’s with the speech; why is Apple Bloom’s clone talking weird…?” the gilded unicorn asked with his unyielding shaft in hand.

“It’s dat Royal Canterlot Voice; Princess Luna tends to talk in such a manner and from de sound of it, she’s more out of touch like a common cavepony…” Babs answered, rubbing her fork gently.

Apple Bloom jumped into the conversation, “mah sister told me this was due to King Sombra; long before Princess Cadance got around there, there was a powerful unicorn ruling the Crystal Empire with an iron grip. With every single one of the Crystal Ponies bound in heavy chains, their prosperous home became a prison: even the young uns weren’t spared from his wrath. It wasn’t long until the Princesses, Celestia and Luna, defeated their slaver but not before he’d cursed the whole entire land into disappearing for a whole millennium, trapping them inside as well.”

“Just like Nightmare Moon?!” Snips exclaimed, recoiling about and falling onto his croup, “what if the crystal ponies wanted revenge for being abandoned?!”

“Quite the contrary: the Crythtal Ponieth and Nightmare Moon have nothing in common whathoever – not a thingle one of them could raithe an athtronomical object like the unicornth of yore, let alone pegathi or earth ponieth; that being thaid, they and Luna are far from vengeful…” Twist interjected, easing the faintest of tensions.

The crystal pony looked upon the collar around the beige counterpart’s neck and said, “so queer, it seems in spite of thy colored collar, thou hast retained more cognition; why is that so…?”

“Eathy: I love being an anal thlut, that ith why I’m wearing the purple collar; I don’t even mind it if thomepony eath me out or thove their cock inthide my flankhole…” Twist answered immediately, wrapping her right arm right around Opal Bloom’s double to reach the leftmost bust, “of courthe, I would rather have only Thnailth plant hith theed into my womb. Pluth, eating out my friend Apple Bloom wath a perk, ethpecially thince her coltfriend hadn’t came into her, all willy–vanilli filly and that moody blueth. Bethideth, I never noticed that Babthie wath not the only pony related to Apple Bloom in attendance here; you look tho alike in more wayth than one: the only thingth that are different are your bow, collar, and cutie mark.”

“Of course, we cousins ain’t the only Apples here in de room: Liberty Belle is over dere takin’ it up the butt with Little Red like a fag on slidenafil and she’s domming that tranny…” the bronze redhead sniggered as she quickly pointed towards a couple of other redheaded ponies in the distance.

Aside from their hair color, their commonalities were easily apparent, matching the statement that Babs had just made; even so, there were many significant differences between the twosome. For starters, one of the redheads had a sundance scheme and a reddish style rough around its edges whereas the other was coated in white and short but straightforward cerise matching eyes. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in constitution between the two of them alone: while the gilded redhead possessed a large cleavage, the white counterpart had rolls of cellulite. Thirdly, the buxom mare had worn some big brown eyes reeking about with lust whereas the petite correspondent bore exhaustion backed up with some determination inside of them at once. Of the two redheads in question, the gilded redhead had a wide brimmed hat resting on her head while the white counterpart wore a pair of rectangular glasses in shades of the royal purple itself. While the curvaceous mare had donned an ample apple in the form of a bell adorning her flanks, the petite correspondent carried an abacus that was matching both the tresses and irises alike. Considering their companionship, both of them had went unclothed, save for collars around the necks: the gilded redhead donned crimson; the white counterpart was blue, just like Tails’ attire. What had also cemented their very collective appearance was the state they were found in: Liberty Belle was sitting upon Little Red, their eyes intersecting about without any blockage.

The gilded redhead bounced up and down on a rhythm, biting her lip before the moaning escaped them, “hoo doggy, that’s right, mah little bitch boy; prove the fuck to me that yer more than little, Red…!”

“Come to think of it, she sounds like mah sister Applejack…” Apple Bloom had easily said while shuddering about afterwards in a clear minded thought, “we may be closer together like pie, but Ah would have died of embarrassment had Ah ever dreamt of either of us kissing together…”

“Hah… yes mistress…!” the white redhead huffed.

It wasn’t long until Babs had given off a coy smile to her very cousin and snickered about, “ya know, Libby may sound like yer sister but she reminds me of ya even more; what d’ya think, cuz…?”

“Wow… real mature…” Apple Bloom scoffed, quickly shooting a restrained glare right back, “ya may have gotten the hots for me at one time or another but at least Ah am with my special somepony…”

“Come on, doesn’t Twist also count…?” the bronze redhead inquired, glancing at the beige counterpart whom was staring at the crystal pony.

Before Babs’ cousin found the slightest opportunity to get another word edgewise, Berry blurted out, “can we have some of your creampies please…?”

“What are you talking about…?” Snails replied as the stout redhead drooled a bit slightly at the other mares in front of her and Apple Bloom’s doppelganger, “Smudge Proof had provided the catering for us ponies right across the room…”

“Ah don’t think this little Filly Guide wants any milk or cookies…” the supine yellow mare had said incredulously, judging from Berry’s hungry eyes.

Surely, the bronze redhead felt her mane aglow with photons, her snide grin growing wide as she made a suggestion, “who said anyding about food and beverage? She wants to lick the spunk out of somepony’s rump so we can get clean again…”

“I don’t mind joining in as well; as degrading as it may be, perhaps this should be a proper time to learn more about modern courtship rituals…” Opal Bloom had joined into the fray, tugging at her whispering eye, “of course, this would be very unsettling considering that you and mine double art probably kinsfolk and whatnot…”

“Don’t worry about a thing, Opal; that ith what anal thluth like me are good for: cockth and toyth aren’t jutht enough for thith little filly like thuch ath mythelf…” the beige redhead had laughed out loud while quickly finding the time to lick the solution right off of Apple Bloom’s hot and heavy face.

The gilded unicorn had remained dumbfounded yet open as he asked Twist, “would you like for me to help with that…?”

“There ith no need in doing that thilly; after all, three little fillieth would be enough to keep you at bay before you get it up again…” the beige redhead giggled before cleaning the yellow pony’s face beneath as the crystalline double neared them, “my love for that creamy goodneth maketh it all the more fitting: kithing Apple Bloom while her dithtant relative eath me out geth me hot…!”

“Can I start now…?” Opal Bloom asked Twist with present hesitation as the latter waved the croup about.

Feeling the crystal pony’s hands nearing deep impact, the beige redhead turned back and gave out an answer, “what are you waiting for; eat me out already, will ya…?”

“Oh Celestia, look at her go…!” the cobalt unicorn exclaimed, blushing about now that he started watching Opal Bloom stretch her tongue into the beige redhead’s fundament; immediately, he was caught off–guard by Babs’ stern yet playful grimace along with a tug of the shoulder, “Babsie…?”

“Just shut de fuck up, ya fat bitch boy; I still have needs dat must be satisfied so you can be a real stallion with a normal sized penis and urethra by fucking de fuck out of me like before…!” the bronze redhead snarled before tackling Snips onto the ground with little warning whatsoever.

Needless to say, the cobalt unicorn didn’t object, already locking lips with Babs instantaneously; of course, it wasn’t like he was going to have her to himself since the stout redhead joined in too. The fact that Berry was now lapping into her bronze counterpart’s flanks left the latter wincing in pleasure as the former’s dirty deed was synced up with Snips pushing up and down underneath. Babs moved upward and zeroed in onto the horn pointing out from the cobalt unicorn’s forehead, her tongue slipping out from her wet hot lips before making contact with his tip gently at first. Sure enough, the stout redhead followed after her bronze counterpart, refusing to be parted from the extract left behind by Snips even as his horn was being coated in salivation in mere seconds. In the meantime, the cobalt unicorn focused his muzzle onto Babs’ bosoms and started licking them both at once, increasing her ecstasy in little to no time despite having a new oral fixation. All the constant attention the bronze redhead received was no different from that of her cousin; that being said, Berry was the most eager for what Snips had given the former not too long ago. Even so, Babs never even cared in the very slightest as the horn in her mouth had started to become illuminated, giving some flavor to the otherwise barely saline flavor from earlier before. Reluctantly, the cobalt unicorn struggled to regain control as both redheaded mares piled on him: the bronze recipient directly occupied him while her cerise correspondent gone after her as well. Finally, as Berry had finally cleaned Babs out, Snips unloaded into the latter redhead once again, this time in between the legs before heaving about with a mouthful of milk from the bust at once.

The stout redhead soon already broke from her bronze counterpart right away and licked her lips clean with a happy mew, “mm…”

“How was it; didst maiden Babs tasteth good…?” the crystal pony asked, already far from Twist and Apple Bloom.

“Sweet but not as sweet as you or Truffle here…” Berry snickered before locking lips with Opal Bloom; soon, the former broke away to continue on, “let’s get him to help finish this already…”

“Did someone call for me…?” another pony’s voice made its way through their ears, causing the two to turn around and face the source at once.

Standing right in front of them was a silver stallion with a chocolate doughnut in his possession that was being eaten, revealing a cherry filling inside. A rather moderate shade of dark chocolate tresses were already found to be in a short puffed up shape, almost matching the very foodstuff in question. Like the many lifeforms in attendance, Truffle was also in the altogether, already showing off his protruding lipid form along with his wavering prepuce. Aimed at both mares up in front of the silver stallion were his bitty baby blue eyes resonating about like gentle magic waves despite the normalcy. Donned right upon his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of some silverware, two dining utensils made of the same similar material thereof.

It didn’t even take long for both of the redheads therein, crystalline and otherwise, to be greeting Truffle; of them, the stout one blurted out, “daddy…!”

“There’s my little cumslut; I take that you are mingling well with the other ponies here and you have also made a new friend too…” the silver stallion said snickering with a smile before smooching Berry all of sudden, “how’s she treating you so far, Butter Munch…?”

“Super great: I feel like I want to eat her out now; what do you think, sir…?” the stout redhead had readily answered, pecking him back on the right cheek in turn.

Hugging Berry tightly, Truffle whispered into her ears, “tell you what; why don’t we try some together: let’s become thirteen squared – you and Opal Bloom kill two birds with one stone by muff diving with one another while I take you from behind, babe?”

“Ooh, it’s so hot: I would love to take some cock into my slutty butt, sir…!” the stout redhead cooed as her whispering eye was gently invaded.

Opal Bloom joined in with the other two as well while sighing sensuously about, “I mindeth not the taste sweet honeyed nectar from another of the same sex, much less a Filly Guide like herself…”

“Well, let’s not keep ourselves waiting, my lovely ponies: the night is young and so are we…” the silver stallion sniggered, sliding away from the redheads as they began to kiss one another, “besides, I hope your bodies are ready for the pleasure…”

Breaking away, Opal Bloom laid herself down supine and watched as Berry aligned herself in a manner that made the redheaded mares mutually inverted towards one another’s very bodies. With their kneecaps being touched by one another and mouths already aligned with waistlines, the crystal pony had started going in first, shooting her tongue into her redder counterpart above. At long last did Berry sway her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times while moaning loudly in delight before proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips too. Hereon out, each time Opal Bloom felt the stout redhead stimulating, draining, and licking her fork, so did the latter quickly returned the favor, rubbing up and down each other’s fundaments.

“Oh daddy, your horsecock so big, my fudgy plot could barely take it all in…!” Berry squealed, breaking away from the crystal pony’s fork upon him making a deep impact into her.

After finishing the sugary treat, Truffle cackled with his yard infused into the stout redhead’s croup, “get psyched, my dear sweet tartlet; you’re just a greedy slut who likes to take it up the butt: there are enough of them in the world, let alone Equestria, to satisfy you at all…”

Berry lolled her tongue as she sensed the shaft shoved into her fundament by the silver stallion, recoiling about while the crystal pony had still lapped right after the former’s dripping sheath. The fact that he was lodged within the stout redhead made him more hot and bothered than before, feeling her flanks contract every push and pull alongside the brief moments in between. Despite being overweight, Berry was relieved to find that her croup had maintained a tighter grip, her mews growing loud with each passing thrust throughout stirring about with momentum. Truffle had paused for a moment to savor the feeling of the stout redhead’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution produced by her and Opal Bloom’s previous performance overall. Needless to say, the silver stallion started slamming into Berry as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relaxed anyway despite the rather lack of ease and moisture within her fundament. He’d pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to the stout redhead in a steady pattern before unloading her deluge onto the crystalline counterpart’s muzzle and torso.

“Oh, Truffle…!” Berry gurgled, calling out the eponymous individual’s name now rubbing her wet whispering eye, “shuffle into my dirty pussy and give me some truffle butter, please…!”

“Say it louder, cumslut…!” the silver stallion snarled.

The stout redhead obeyed him, crying out almost immediately at once, “give me truffle butter, please…!”

“Louder…!” Truffle had said to her, “beg for me…!”

“TRUFFLE BUTTER, PLEASE SIR…!” Berry bellowed, bucking her flanks against the silver stallion.

A wicked smile grew upon his chubby face as he’d finally switched from the stout redhead’s croup to her fork, such slick loose lips being more than enough to make his rigid prepuce finally shoot into there for Opal Bloom to watch the twosome after retreating soundlessly while they gave one another a passionate kiss between themselves.

Truffle grabbed Berry by the cleavage and asked, “how was that; pleased that it felt good, Butter Munch…?”

“Mmm…” the stout redhead mewed, sighing about as her silver counterpart pinched her nubbins hard, “thank you, daddy Truffle; I needed that…”

“Now, I’ve seen everyding…” the bronze observer had commented, finding the time and effort to go and trot right past the heavyset illustrious counterparts currently.

As Babs was making her way throughout the amorous crowd of ponies, the cobalt unicorn was also following after her squawking about, “wait up…!”

While the energy was mostly expended, the storms continued to rage onward; that being said, they still had plenty of time and effort to themselves to use as they see fit within the very room itself.

Hearthswarming Orange

Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I had said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Tails belonging to Smudge Proof and Do–Si–Do to ArtAnon, Morty himself is based on, you guessed it, Morty Smith from Rick and Morty; of course, considering the multiverse theory at large, people who've written crossovers fics between My Little Pony and Rick and Morty as well as drawing them basically predicted a cameo appearance.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

Hearthswarming Orange

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the few ponies that were found in attendance, the pink pony was found to be washing her hands as she barely paid attention to the steamy reflection of herself. Her eyes were filled with angst and unease as the sweat off of her eyebrows had become mixed in with the water and foam that already swirled into the drain underneath. Of course, Toola Roola was firmly aware of the fact that her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her body already moistened considering the environment she was in.

“CiCi, are you done yet…?” the pink pony had called out, her question already lost in the echoes of the running water nearby.

Despite the obstructions, she’d gotten her reply almost immediately, “just a second, Too–Roo; I need to straighten out my mane…!”

“It would have been much more easier if she’d just let me help her…” Toola Roola gently ruminated, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “how far along are you anyway, CiCi…?”

“Just about one more round and we’ll be back in action…” the silver heavyweight’s voice had answered at once.

In spite of the mist, the pink pony paced herself away from the sink and followed the source of it all, finding a shadow within along with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, the lightweight observer assumed that said form in question belonged to her fat friend; after all, the latter had given the former a reason to even be here. Nevertheless, Toola Roola was also aware that neither of them was alone, despite the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less mares like her and Coconut Cream.

Needless to say, the pink pony was proven wrong: rather than the silver heavyweight, Tails was there, rinsing the suds off of her body; on the other hand, there were a few more ponies inside as well.

Before finding the strength to talk to call out to her friend, the lightweight observer started speaking to the redheaded pony first, “are you alright, ma’am…?”

“Huh…?” Tails gasped as she turned around to find Toola Roola within her sights, “what happened…?”

“Sorry, I thought for a second here that you were my friend Coconut Cream but it seems she’s not alone; is there something on your mind…?” the pink pony had asked the redheaded counterpart.

Tails turned away and retorted somberly, “nothing much, it’s just that I feel so alone in this party: everypony else that I know of and seen so far have partners of their own, including my friends Snips and Snails. We used to seem so happy together before we were invited to this place: I can remember the adventure we had gone on years ago to save the town from behaving as if they had bats in the belfry. All that I can think of now is me being the anomaly in the grand scheme of things: I’m probably the only redhead around here who hasn’t been hooked up with some special somepony of my own. Considering that there are at least several scores of ponies like me, it’s ironic that I hadn’t gotten around to settling down, much less try to; I’ve gotten so invest into my work, I didn’t think it was possible to even do it. Presumably, it must have something to do with my friendship with these two colts: at any other day, either one of them could have asked me out but it seems they found their significant others: two earth pony mares who don’t mind hugging and kissing each other. Somehow, I’m asking myself if coming here was a good idea: it was nice to get away from Ponyville for the weekend but it seems that coming here to Rosemound was even worth it; after all, I can’t even believe that I was so squeamish to watching Snips and Snails having sex with their very own fillyfriends no less.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like that Smudge Proof had expected you to have sex with either one of them…” Toola Roola articulated, noticing a tear crawling out amongst the highlighted redhead’s visage, “as a matter of fact, it’s not even unusual for mares to like other mares rather than just stallions.”

“What do you mean by that; are you saying I could be one of them…?” Tails choked out within seconds.

Unfazed, the pink pony elaborated onward, “you don’t have to be; besides, there’s nothing wrong with even thinking about liking other ponies of the same sex. Coconut Cream and I basically knew each other our whole lives since we were young fillies; sure there were fights between us but Twilight and her friends reminded us that it was normal to feel this way. Her book gave us advice on what to do if we ever found ourselves in conflict with one another over time; it even told us about how to maintain a friendship from a long distance. Besides, I’d left Ponyville to pursue my passion for the graphic arts but my passion for her grew when she’d followed after me on spring break one day. Up until then, I never had devoted anytime for romantic relationships, let alone experimenting in general; of course, Kettle Corn brought up the notion of a threesome with her coltfriend Skeedaddle years ago. Anyway, CiCi and I started to talk about what we have been doing ever since we had left; then, one thing lead to another and it suddenly happened: we tripped, fell, and landed with one another…”

“Oh my, I hope that none of you were hurt in some way…” the highlighted redhead exclaimed, covering her open mouth with both hands instantaneously, “what exactly happened though that caused you both to fall…?”

“Well, Coconut Cream was on her way out of the door when she slipped her hooves onto some paint I’ve been trying to clean up; I tried to catch her but I came tumbling after, making a mess of things more than ever: paint in our hair, skin, and even our clothes…” Toola–Roola told Tails before tittering about.

The highlighted redhead blushed and said, “I guess she was pretty upset about it…”

“I know and she was upset about messing up her clothes; she came all this way to visit me only to get into an accident…” the pink pony pondered about, placing a hand away from Tails, “so I offered to wash her clothes while we’d resolved to clean it off of our bodies. We were able to take a shower together while the stains gotten removed; of course, even that wasn’t enough to pass the time so we began to explore ourselves a bit: sucking, thrusting, defiling one another. The fact that we were already wet and naked helped it along; then, it got late and CiCi was afraid to return home in the dark so I offered to let her spend the night with me…”

“Weren’t the two of you afraid of being caught sleeping in the buff at the time…?” the highlighted redhead asked as some wet steps slowly plopped behind themselves right in midst of the driving deluge.

Before Toola–Roola could answer, Coconut Cream cut into the fray instead, “barely: I was picked on for gaining weight before we had become friends; ever since I saw her again, she gave me a reason to feel good about myself again.”

“I felt the same way too…” the pink pony had replied, quickly locking lips with her silver counterpart only briefly before breaking away at once, “now let’s go back and join the others in another room: I heard that there are some students from another land studying abroad and I want to see them.”

“Yeah, they’re from Neighpon, according to what I had heard; as a matter of fact, I came across one of them earlier: her name was Parkton and she was dating a ram…” Tails said, earning a gasp from both of her peers.

Out of the agape mouths, only Coconut Cream recovered from the shock and formed some words, “but I thought that was immoral: a pony having relations with another species; it’s unthinkable…!”

“Not at all: she said stuff like that’s almost not a problem in places like Klugetown, at least not anymore; that being said, I would’ve most likely died of embarrassment if my dad caught me…” the highlighted redhead countered before forcing out a laugh nervously, “then again, he’s already aware that I’m not much of a dating pony, much less a rail station trollop…”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of: I’m pretty sure that you’ll find your special somepony someday, colt or filly; besides, I believe that it’s time we should leave now, lest we want to keep soaking up the water for ourselves…!” Toola–Roola had snickered before leaving the two alone to follow the sound of water within the confined area.

It didn’t take long for the arched current to be shut off as the pink pony regrouped, prompting the silver counterpart to chirp brightly, “let’s go check out the orange room; you can come with us while we’re at it…!”

They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself no different from before: white hot, lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few dozen occupants. That being said, even that very room alone possessed its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy environment, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies like the three visitors in question. From what they can see, many inhabitants had manes and tails with colors reminiscent of fruit in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the background in which everyone was already inside to its barest minimum. Like the three mares in attendance, not only a vast majority of them in there were in the altogether, the other mares in attendance wore some collars; of course, Tails was still trying to process all of the sights and sounds. Just like the crimson section from before, all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing without a care whatsoever. A composite series of strings and percussions with blaring bass tones were playing about acutely from a phonograph with brief flashes of color streaking about in clear–cut shapes both simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

Out of many, a lone white unicorn was found standing upright upon a platform of pillows and stools, restrained by some plastic chains. Light blue tresses of star platinum were found making its very way all throughout her back, rich with such illustrious sheen and sparkle. Found upon the white unicorn’s face was a jet black visor now covering both of her eyes and the space in between held up by the muzzle. In regards to her very attire, a blue collar adorned the neckline, an opened long–sleeved silky red blouse, and a broadly jet black corselet. The white unicorn also had some inorganic material integrating with her body: every prosthetic limb were already found attached to her.

Despite the limited movements and lack of substantial ground, she was nevertheless showing great signs of enjoying herself. The white unicorn was sweating throughout her very pores like she was in a certain terrain suffering from a long drought. Her open muzzle bore a lolling tongue and the very saliva barely contained even as it had started crawling down the smiling lips. The white unicorn felt only heat building up across her abdomen, as the sweat bled right through the fabric and clung to her skin. Underneath her thighs was a small puddle of fluids growing around nearby her metallic hooves right upon the wooden surface.

“Hah…!” the white unicorn heaved, grooving to the lights and sounds in such controlled gyration, “oh yeah… fuck the pain away…!”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that mare to be all on her lonesome, let alone wear some clothes…” the highlighted redhead had spoken to both Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream.

The silver heavyweight responded to Tails, “she’s not even alone in the fashion department: one of the Filly Guides is even wearing some clothes and she’s pegging one of the colts right about now…”

True to the colors of what had been just said, the highlighted redhead was treated to the sight of the lanky ginger kneeling upright against a brown stallion in front of her. A set of bright creamy tresses were found making its very way from his head and dock, radiating about as if each strand were made of whirlwinds and its gold experience. Found on the blonde stallion’s right ear were but a pair of small silvery earrings, giving off an illustrious sheen against the pure white lights and the colorful offshoots. Around his luxurious pupils were of an arctic blue scheme, already tensed up from the current assault that Do–Si–Do was subjecting him to as of this moment in time. In regards to the blond stallion’s lack of attire, his rather muscular body was proof of how peculiar it was for him to be occupied by the lanky ginger from behind. Resting upon his flanks was a bowl of ice cream, its colorful scoops covered in two different kinds of syrup with a spoon sticking out at the side of the same material.

“You colt cuddlers really love some secret butt fun so much, it’s never enough for you; find the loosest, tightest flankhole and it still won’t be enough for you…!” Do–Si–Do growled snidely through her wicked grin affixed upon the visage, loins slamming against one another with little warning, “you’re probably no better than that pegasus and his brother, aren’t you, Lickety…?”

“Hah… fuck no…!” the titular stallion replied with a strained moan as he felt his flanks being prodded about repeatedly by the lanky ginger.

Do–Si–Do watched as the space between their thighs grew and shrink interchangeably, watching as the protuberant object was being constantly pulled out only to go back inside creating a small trickle of red crawling down his legs.

The lanky ginger etched closer and whispered into Lickety’s left ear, “you must be so worked up; do you want to fuck me harder than I am doing to you: plunge your dirty dick into my body until I’m tired with your wasted seed…?”

“Anything to stop my booty from becoming more damaged, mistress… please…!” the blonde stallion mewed under duress from Do–Si–Do as his prepuce was already hardening, “Banana Breadfruit…!”

“Already: for somepony to be into anal so much, you happen to be so quick to give up too soon; at least the only good thing coming out of it’s the fact that I’ve been getting wet rutting you hard…” the lanky ginger heaved as she'd broke away from him, the latter already collapsed onto the floor panting and groaning.

Do–Si–Do returned her hands onto her lap and undid the straps upon the waistline, the tumescent knickknack sliding out from the folds of the user with a slick sheen from the other end almost immediately.

Before the newly supine Lickety could have any time to himself for recovery, the lanky ginger planted her sheath onto his muzzle with little warning, causing the former to muffle out, “hmmf…”

“Drink it down, my little pervert; you’re going to need it when I’m through with you here…!” Do–Si–Do strained out a snicker, her jet black dress barely covering the blonde stallion’s face, “ah, right there; eat my honeyed lips…!”

“Well, that was a mind freak…” Tails sighed, turning away from the lanky ginger who couldn’t help to moan hoarsely.

The shrugging silver heavyweight said, “it’s not like it can’t be helped or discouraged: besides, Little Red was also using a strap–on earlier when Liberty had some fun earlier; speaking of which, there’s another mare using one right now…”

Notably, the highlighted redhead now focused in at two other ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, residing near one corner of the room where the windows displayed the snowstorm. The twosome had possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, a pair of cool colored shade circling around their pupils, and an amorous demeanor donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that the three mares had taken notice upon arrival, save for their heated sweating bodies which were displayed their own contrasting chests throughout.

Speaking of which though, the eyewitnesses were already able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time based on the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the stallion residing on top was a peachy pegasus whereas the other equine residing underneath was but a creamy mare, lacking both wings and horn. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane all straightened and rounded into a circle whereas the latter, a ginger, possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sundials on both of his flanks while the creamy mare donned on 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 while the small ginger had jade orbs clouded with licentiousness. The peachy pegasus was sharing the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do but the creamy mare had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of her lanky counterpart. Another crucially important detail that had sat the very ginger apart from both the brunet and Lickety’s lover was a ruby red collar worn right around her neck.

“Gyah…!” a masculine but otherwise wimpy voice struggled to escape from the brunet’s muzzle, bouncing upon the creamy mare gently, “it’s only… a matter… of time… until I burst, Tag–A–Long…”

“Just give that necklace already, Morty; I would like to feel how your creamy goodness would look on my little sixpence bits…” the eponymous ginger replied slowly, laughing only a bit briefly.

It wasn’t long until after the next brushing of skin going right in between them had caused the aforementioned pegasus’ shaft to burst, launching its payload onto the creamy mare’s cleavage immediately.

Afterwards, Morty broke away from Tag–A–Long’s stained body, heaving about as his loins were twitching about as a result of the endeavor, “gosh, my butt hurts so much…”

“Get used to it; I took some more rupees in the backdoor since I was in secondary school…!” the creamy mare rumbled playfully as she crawled towards the peachy pegasus slowly, “this is just to help even the playing field for the time being…”

“Gee, I don’t see where you’re going with this…” Morty said, scratching his mane after sitting back upwardly.

It didn’t take long for the two to meet face–to–face with Tag–A–Long being the first to respond at once, “you don’t have to see, just close your eyes, my love…”

Sure enough, the peachy pegasus did as the creamy mare advised, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces were maintaining a close distance. Almost instantaneously, both of their very muzzles grew closer to one another while Morty’s trembling about started subsiding as soon as the two had begun to kiss. The pair finally grew more eager when their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tender tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d quickly surrendered themselves right upon the apricot carpeting underneath, even though Tag–A–Long still had remained in control. Neither of them relented at all, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing between them. Shifting gears, the creamy mare transferred her lips from the peachy pegasus down to the waistline, exhaling tiny amounts of dioxide from both nostrils gently.

“Ooh…!” Morty cried out as his eyelids flew open at once to find that Tag–A–Long was now lapping at his yard with a smile, “already…?”

“This is a sexy party, after all; besides, I need to clean you up before you fuck me again…” the creamy mare said, glancing at the peachy pegasus’ sodden region and its currently small length.

Surely enough, Tag–A–Long used her left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, Morty felt it spring up on towards her muzzle in little time therein. It didn’t take long until the creamy mare’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around the peachy pegasus’ shaft, her warm salivation making the latter smile big at once. Sitting uprightly, all that Morty could do was rest one of his hands on Tag–A–Long’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movement she would make prior to pressing onward. Even though the creamy mare was silent, she took great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from the peachy pegasus’ yard whether in or out of the former’s deep throat. Slowly but surely, Morty lent back by a bit further to give Tag–A–Long more room to lick around, careful enough not to let gravity send him downward onto the floor at a certain angle. The peachy pegasus barely helped himself but coo and moan as he felt the creamy mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face. Within due time, Tag–A–Long had driveled on Morty for some significant time ‘til her very mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing before breaking away with cleanliness.

Almost immediately, the creamy mare broke away to hear the peachy pegasus sigh, “times like this made me relieved that I’d gotten the vasectomy…”

“Sounds like you’re also relieved to have me as your only fillyfriend…” Tag–A–Long had laughed before snuggling up to Morty without a care in the whole wide world, “come here you…!”

Without any warning whatsoever, the two ponies were now locking lips once again with such overwhelming intent, uncaring of their newly stained forms as they were lost in the throes of passion that swept up many of the ponies in the very room.

“Excuse us, miss…” the pink pony stammered, taking not too long to interrupt themselves since the former was already accompanied by two of her rather observant peers, Tails and Coconut Cream.

The creamy mare obviously reacted to their collective arrival with an amicable grin while saying, “evening, fellow lasses; to what do we owe the pleasure of your acquaintance…?”

“We were just wondering where you and the other Filly Guide gotten the strap–on from…” Toola–Roola asked as the lanky ginger moaned out loud at this very moment in time, “do you know where we can even find them…?”

“Oh, this… I got it from the toy box o’er by the corner; that unicorn was there earlier pulling out some beads to put into his fillyfriend’s flanks…” Tag–A–Long answered, patting the base of her artificial equipment before pointing to Snips and his prostrate lover.

It was at this very point Babs was resting on her hands and knees with a goldenrod trail of solid bubbles lodged within her croup being pulled out by the cobalt unicorn’s right hand rather gently, much to her delight as she squealed hoarsely, “oh, yeah… fuck yeah… tease my treasure trove, master…!”

“Just a few dozen more before I enter your backdoor again, Babsie…!” Snips laughed with his other hand firmly onto the erect shaft stroking about as the fringe of the titular mare’s haunches clenched about, “I don’t mind you letting some other filly eating you out, much less a Filly Guide; doing some slutty butt stuff with you is so addictive…”

“Well, before you decide to fuck me again, can we please go sixty–nine like her and Opal…?” the bronze redhead chuffed about immediately.

A wry smirk was now etched into Snips and he replied to Babs, “and…?”

“Umm…” the bronze redhead had struggled to speak before finding the confidence to continue onward, “I would love to taste your cock before you let it go into my backdoor, master Snips…”

“Excellent…” the eponymous stallion chuckled.

As soon as the last bead escaped outwardly from Babs’ tight flanks, her lover laid down nearby, mutually inverted towards one another as their own mouths aligned with their very waistlines. Contentedly, the bronze redhead started mollycoddling the cobalt unicorn’s prepuce playfully, using her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d got aroused and stuck out his tongue up. Babs swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for several times and moaning in delight as she decided to do the same to Snips’ shaft, forwarding her hot and heavy lips upon it. Each time the cobalt unicorn felt the bronze redhead stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding yard, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor, grasping onto her thighs. Since their tongues were already intertwined with themselves, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness was being stifled by their very own mouths bringing pleasure to one another.

After giving out a long good suck, Babs quickly took her mouth off the prepuce and mewed, “oh, I’m so grateful dat you’re making me, a shameless anal cunt, taste your glorious cum, master…!”

“Just stop yapping on and finish me off already, you greedy slut; I still need your hot lips around my fucking cock that’s about to burst…!” Snips moaned gruffly, shoving his forefinger into the bronze redhead’s croup after stretching it with little warning, “besides, you may not be any better than my friend’s trampy haymarket mare but you as her friend should be enough to try hard!”

“I will, master…!” Babs moaned before licking the shaft once again, taking heed to her lover’s words.

While the two lovers were already going at each other, the highlighted redhead looked on, standing alongside her multicolored counterparts and asked them, “shouldn’t anypony be concerned about that unicorn demeaning her…?”

“I’m pretty sure that they’re alright: it’s just something they do; everypony has certain kinks that turn one another on, stuff that other adults engage in…” the pink pony prattled onward, pulling out a sky blue tubular appendage amongst the other items within the large box, “besides, I remember when Davenport offered to take part in a threesome…”

“You’re kidding: I never thought that Quills and Sofas was owned by that kind of pony; did you go through with it?!” Tails exclaimed at once.

Coconut Cream chimed in, “of course not, and it wasn’t because he'd looked like a total scumbag if that’s what you were just thinking, although the look in his eyes reminded me of Pezuña: real creepy and whatnot…”

“Who’s Pezuña…?” the highlighted redhead asked as she watched them lower themselves together, “he sounds like bad news…”

“He is: he’d to go notify the whole entire neighborhood since he was into ponies far too little…” Toola–Roola answered while the two had slowly taken up the novelty and placed it nearby their own faces.

Needless to say, the fact that Tails covered her mouth was enough to serve as a reply; despite this, under a rather large amount of time whatsoever, the multicolored mares decided to insert the appendage within their forks, now quivering about at once. Considering the object in question was completely inside them at this moment, the highlighted redhead was treated to the sight of both blushing about as they had begun to feel it slithering inside and out for every move the two were starting to make. Surely, both Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream had started to join in the sea of concupiscence at once already with their brightly colored coats becoming drenched with such countless baubles of perspiration currently growing on themselves immediately. As the milling about between them had started to increase in momentum, only the silver heavyweight gained ground over the pink pony, pinning the latter to the floor, pausing for a brief torrid kiss with the appendage still inside gathering outflow.

Coconut Cream broke away from the lip locking to snigger, “consider this payback for beating me at Rochambeau earlier, Too–Roo…”

“CiCi, ahhh…” Toola–Roola had moaned as her eponymous friend started latching onto the more petite bosoms, feeling the latter’s tongue swirling on and about, “you must have been thirsty…”

The silver heavyweight fondle the other one slowly with her fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from her correspondent’s nubbins before licked in between them while leaving behind ribbons of saliva. Toola–Roola’s moaning started to intensify when she felt Coconut Cream’s teeth started chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk spurted from them and went inside. The otherwise dirty deed continued on for a mere few minutes until the silver heavyweight lifted herself up to her friend’s lips and had started to kiss once again, tasting her own white liquid gland ingested.

While this was going on and about, only Tails herself was found literally standing around, unlike Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream already in the midst of passions, studying their differences therein. In spite of the very fact that the silver heavyweight had rivaled her rosy counterpart in the size department, the former was extremely careful to not let the latter being crushed underneath right at once. To say that the highlighted redhead in question was being intrigued by their licentiousness was an overwhelming understatement, blushing about in the same shade as they were amongst other ponies.

Out of many still in attendance, another white unicorn was walking up toward Tails; unlike the one in the middle, she was in the altogether like many of her peers. The onlooker’s long mane and tail were also polychromatic, just like Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream, albeit to a lesser extent with only its pink and purple curls. Running around the white unicorn’s pupils were only a pair of jade orbs possessed by the likes of both the bronze and creamy mares, except they were light and faint. In regards to the onlooker’s attire, all that she was wearing right around her neck was a jet black collar matching her gloves and boots also found upon her very frame. Considering the utter lack of substantial clothing thereof, the white unicorn’s body had showed off her moderate bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and a slender fork. Resting upon the onlooker’s flanks were some pink quavers etched within a purple star shade inside a tricolor shield painted in that shade alongside red and pink.

“Oh, hello Tails, I take that you’ve already met those two earlier…” the white unicorn to speak to the highlighted redhead immediately at once.

Glancing at the onlooker in question, the titular mare had replied, “greetings, Sweetie Belle: I wasn’t expecting that you would also be there as well, let alone another white unicorn; come to think of it, is that dancer your sister as well…?”

“Not at all: we’re such a small family; besides, she’s seems to be from the same place where Rarity’s nightgown was made…” Sweetie Belle answered, glancing right at her monochrome counterpart whom was still gyrating about, “I’m also surprised that you weren’t wearing a black collar, unlike me…”

“I see; anyways, I still haven’t completely gotten the gist of what any of these very colors mean: all that I know is that she and I are the only ones in this room wearing a blue collar…” the highlighted redhead said, looking down upon her collar at first before shifting toward the one around the dancing unicorn’s neck.

The onlooker had gently turned her glance to another pair of performers in question and responded, “not quite, I happened to have noticed one of the foreign exchange students nearby: her name is Meadowlark, a disabled deer from the forests north of Trottingham… She was able to get here early because of her friend; my sister couldn’t even bear the thought of becoming like her.”

“Me neither; she must be so brave, keeping a brave face despite her impairments even to the point of going to this place with everypony in the buff and all…” Tails said while slowly looking downward at her own hooves nervously in deep thought as many of their peers mewed and growled about, “I wish I was strong like her…”

“Please sit on my face; I want to eat you out now…” the pink pony near themselves had finally exhaled.

Looking deeply into her adjacent friend’s eyes with concern, the silver heavyweight calmly asked, “are you sure you want that, Too–Roo: I’m basically, like twice your size; what if it all goes wrong…?”

“Don’t worry about it: we’re friends; I trust you, CiCi…” Toola–Roola had moaned, placing two of her very fingertips right upon Coconut Cream’s grinning lips, “just please be careful now, okay…?”

It didn’t take long for the silver heavyweight to used her remaining strength to get the dripping sheath above her pink counterpart after sliding out, standing up to turn around and plant the former’s croup closely. With the same tongue from before, Toola–Roola had now jutted into Coconut Cream once again, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans responsively. The silver heavyweight reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of her little pink friend’s body, the former’s flanks held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried inside at once running around. Toola–Roola found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent whispering eye, bringing out some more pleasure each time her tongue had switched right back to Coconut Cream’s haunches and vice versa respectively. Soon, the silver heavyweight felt saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the pink pony’s exploration had given way to hunger and thirst as the latter stretched the former’s flanks widely with such ease. Coconut Cream had given out a loud moan, gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste Toola–Roola soon enough as the dribble escape, surpassing the point of wishing more support had been provided. The silver heavyweight had attempted to reach down towards her wet fork and started furbishing rhythmically as the pink pony permeated all throughout the croup in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking.

“Ah, I can’t wait to taste you any longer…!” Coconut Cream mewled yet again after feeling yet another stroke of the tongue from Toola–Roola, finding the small portion of time to quickly remove the protuberant unit from the latter’s sheath immediately before the former heard a subdued moan.

It didn’t take long until both of their bodies were now mutually inverted towards one another: while the pink pony’s hands made contact with her silver correspondent’s kneecaps, both of their owners’ mouths now aligned with the adjacent waistlines. Contentedly, Coconut Cream had started slurping around Toola–Roola’s already moistened whispering eye before going inside, fully aware of the saturated state the region was currently in thanks to their cooperative efforts from not too long ago. The silver heavyweight had now rested at the side, bringing her hot pink friend alongside for the brief ride as they’d proceeded to forward their hot and heavy lips in a roundabout, slurping and licking whatever else would be picked up by their tongues. Each time the twosome felt each other stimulating, thrumming, and licking their dirtied forks, they felt as if the air around themselves gaining heat quickly; because of it and their intertwining states, it was only a matter of time until they’d burst again. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly, it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; after all, even Sweetie Belle could feel it in her own loins as well.

As such, the highlighted redhead was also running her hand in between her gaskins, only to be interrupted by a faint nasal brogue, “Sweetie Belle…!”

Sure enough, Tails turned around to face the aforementioned unicorn whom was instantaneously greeted by another brown stallion nearby the latter. Like Sweetie Belle herself, he possessed some tresses with two different shades, albeit in a fruity scheme of orange and tangelo vying for dominance. Found upon the brown stallion’s mane was a beanie donning a spectrum more complete than Toola–Roola’s mane and tail with green propellers. Right around his luxurious pupils were of an amber scheme already at ease, much like both of the mares already standing upon their own hooves. In regards to the ginger stallion’s lack of attire, his rather reedy body was proof of how he’d contrasted with much of the white unicorn’s peers. Resting right upon his very flanks was a grayscale geometrical shape so equal in more ways than one in regards to structure and the like so to speak.

“Button Mash… there you are…!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, paying no mind to the ginger stallion’s lax yard as she looked her highlighted colleague in the eyes, “anyways, this is Tails, you’ve probably already met her some time ago but at least not like this before; I bet you must be ready to time in again, aren’t you…?”

“I know: I wasn’t expecting to lose my lunch here, much less a snack; thankfully, I got to leave the room in time before the party ended…” he’d slowly coughed out, instantly held back by his left fist.

The white unicorn grabbed Button’s right hand and had placed onto her leftmost while saying sensually with lidded eyes, “well, in any case, I’m still ready to take your long cock in again and I think this would also be a great time to help another pony out; what do you think, Buddy Bee…?”

“You mean it…?” the ginger stallion had faltered a bit, earning a slow nod from Sweetie Belle, “well, what are you waiting for?! You had just gone and earned yourselves a ticket to ride now, Sweet Bee…!”

At long last did Button’s prepuce hardened after breaking away from the white unicorn’s body, sitting away from the reposed mares whom were no longer drinking from each other’s sheaths. Of course, the pink pony was still buried within Coconut Cream, this time lapping deeply at the latter’s flanks with the former’s right hand nestled comfortably numb betwixt the very gaskins. Intense moaning was already escaping from the silver heavyweight’s still hot lips, already too exhausted to look back at her friend’s progress yet still satisfied by their teamwork nevertheless.

“Ahh… Too–Roo…!” Coconut Cream cried out.

Sweetie Belle ignored what Toola–Roola was already doing and sat down onto Button’s shaft at once, squinting about at first while talking to Tails, “just follow my lead; I bet that by the time this is over, you can be able to find your special somepony soon enough…”

“Well, this special somepony is ready to fuck you in the butt and pull on your hair…!” the ginger stallion had exclaimed, groping the white unicorn’s cleavage as they faced the highlighted redhead, “watch and learn.”

With Button’s shaft lodged deep inside between Sweetie Belle’s very haunches, the latter felt as if the former was merely a bed of pleasure, despite the utter lack of pillows. While the movement began rather slowly, the two ponies gained some momentum as the ginger stallion held the white unicorn tightly as she bounced upon him at once. Wedged deep within Sweetie Belle’s own mind, she was starting to tolerate every minute that Button had went in and out of her very flanks, both blushing about at once.

“Come on, Tails… my clit’s all… ready for… the taking…!” the white unicorn had huffed, already sweating about as the titular mare hesitantly lowered herself to their loins almost immediately.

Now that Tails was also lying on the floor prostrate like the adventuresome pink peer close by, the former’s lips neared Sweetie Belle before a literal slip of the tongue came to pass wordlessly. As nervous the highlighted redhead was, her mouth was watering itself adjacently with every push directed upward right into the white unicorn’s croup being closely observed by the former. The fact that Tails was indulging in the hot and heavy comforts of what Sweetie Belle had just offered were enough for the latter to moan more loudly than ever besides the ginger stallion. Even so, Button’s efforts made the highlighted redhead’s actions a much formidable challenge: despite such willingness, the taste out of the white unicorn’s whispering eye was to be avoided.

That being said, the ginger stallion was straining about, struggling to hold Sweetie Belle tightly together in place had warned, “I’m gonna be cumming soon…!”

“Good…!” the white unicorn huffed, letting out a big sigh as her fork had now squirted right onto Tails’ tongue at once, “I suppose that she won’t mind giving me a kiss on the lips as well…”

Needless to say, Button had unloaded right into Sweetie Belle’s croup, its warmth and whiteness congealing about just as the highlighted redhead narrowly broke away from it all to watch the two convulsed about in the concupiscence of their efforts that was love’s labor overall in and of itself therein.

A few minutes had passed as the two were now catching their breath, thin layers of perspiration accumulating here and there upon the surface area of their integumentary systems as they looked at each other. Both equines nevertheless had taken the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once more, this time with such feeling thanks to the state of being soft and wet from the very ordeal. Consequentially, two tongues now danced around against one another as they were just vying for dominance as their owners’ faces burned brightly both internally and otherwise from their very passions alone. Descending with little warning therein, Button was much closer to Sweetie Belle, resting her weary head upon the upper regions of his abdomen and chest as he’d wrapped his hands around the latter.

“Well, it seems that your coltfriend did great so far, Sweetie Belle…” Tails sighed while taking a stand literally as they were embracing themselves.

The white unicorn smiled and replied at once, “we happen to have so much in common, despite our differences; even his brother Gibson reminds me of my sister Rarity…”

“That’s nice and all though I think we’re done here; come on, Too–Roo…!” the silver heavyweight laughed, taking her aforementioned friend by the hand with a naughty smirk shared upon the visages between themselves, “let’s try and see what that yellow room has in store for us; I’m still in mood to try some anal…”

“I would like to go too, if you two don’t mind, of course…” the highlighted redhead had chimed in a bit at once.

With the two mares looking onward and rolling their eyes, Sweetie Belle asked Tails quickly, “aren’t you gonna stay for a kiss from me before you go…?”

“I still have a long way to go before I get to that point; besides, you and Button Mash already make a great couple anyway…” the highlighted redhead answered before trotting towards the collective direction of both Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream gently, “let’s go, you gals; I can’t wait to find my own special somepony soon…!”

The inclusive party of five laughed along before the threesome departed from, not only the white unicorn and the ginger stallion whom was resting underneath, but also the rest of the amorous crowd surrounding the lot of them. While the energy was being expended, the storms had continued to rage onward; that being said, they alone still had plenty of time and effort to themselves to use as they see fit within the very room itself, like the other before. Only differences were still directly on the proboscis for many of its very observers altogether, passive and otherwise; of course, neither individual of any background therein feasible bothered to care about anything whatsoever.

Cool Citrine

Author's Note

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the fourth chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

Cool Citrine

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. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few, one lone silver pegasus was found to be standing up about right underneath the steamy rainstorm all roundabout the way. A set of long golden locks were found making its very way to the nape of the neck, its solid color already being weighed down by moisture. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue, clouded by some tears building up within themselves. In regards to the silver pegasus’ lack of an attire, the individual in question possessed the same lipid form as Truffle but with more water. Slathered right upon the flanks were a set of hot pink drapery lined with some white zigzags thin like bits of string holding them together.

“Even after what they had promised me, I still can’t do it; I am so fucked up…!” the silver pegasus cried out, slamming a left fist into a tile.

Any tears that escaped from the very occupant instantaneously blended in with the dank and dire atmosphere, quickly washing them all out at once. With such low decibels, it’d have seemed easy for the silver pegasus alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from translating them properly. Either way, the individual in question was already losing the will to stand; sure enough the knees buckled, causing its owner to collapse very slowly. Despite the silver pegasus’ back turning to face the same wall that was briefly attacked, many beads had still fallen in the same direction thereof.

While the lone individual shied away from daring to reach ghostly wails, the melancholy within was still apparent; as a matter of fact, it didn’t take long for it to become unnoticed as it was met with a gentle voice, “hey, what are you doing here…?”

Standing nearby the silver pegasus were two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessed certain commonalities that the former shared besides the lack of clothes; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of wings upon both their bodies. For starters, here was a stallion whose coat, although white as snow had patches of brown all throughout his very body that matched his eyes; standing next to him was a zebra mare with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein. Secondment, the former was a brunet, much like the peachy pegasus, though his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neck; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out but it did nothing whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color save for a blue collar. Thirdly, the patchy pony had worn a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the zebra donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics. Even their facial structures almost had the observer confused due to their varying appearances: his muzzle was rounded out, like the silver pegasus’ yet it was filled up with some confidence; hers, however, was more boxy since it possessed various angles and a curvilinear base as well. The most contentious piece of detail between the two ponies in the altogether was their stature: the patchy pony had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight so to speak of; the zebra was also lightweight albeit with such bosoms in the size of baseballs that sagged a bit.

“Pipsqueak…?” the bulky observer had choked out, “I can’t believe that you’re here; I was about to ask you the same thing…”

“Wow, for a second there, we thought that you were one of the blue collars like Little Red…” the eponymous stallion tittered, earning a small frown.

The silver pegasus spat out at once, “I am nothing like her at all; I am a colt and my name is Cloudy Daze…!”

“Oh, I see then…” the patchy pony said, holding her snugly, “I remembered that one of the mares you went with here is a Wonderbolt; ponies have been talking about it since the party began: even Larissa is ecstatic over it.”

“Yeah… I bet that they are also talking about how our time together had ended so quickly; I’m so fucking disgusting: I’m a fat whale, I suck at vanilla sex, and my dick is slim pickings…!” a bawling Cloudy Daze exclaimed furiously.

The zebra mare watched the silver pegasus look away and began speaking, “it’s natural to feel this way, I was nervous on my first day: even now, with a diet of hot foods and the cold comforts of being nude, I still play it safe suffice to say…”

“You must be his girlfriend: it seems that even you can find some happiness with him; I’m so bad with mares even I’m starting to question if I’m really a colt…” Cloudy Daze gently wept, his tears untouched by the sultry streams and mists alike, “aside from basic foreplay, nothing we’ve done has helped me go long: I’m beginning to believe that orange pill was just a piece of candy.”

“What do you ever so mean by that…?” Pipsqueak asked as he carefully maintained his distance between himself, her, and the silver pegasus.

Against bitterness, Cloudy Daze elaborated frankly, “there was a section of pills on the food table within each of the three room, all of which were provided by Smudge Proof, right: each of them were a different color from one another. Before the party, his fillyfriend had explained what each of them do since there were eight: the white pills causes mares to lactate; the purple pills increase arousal; the cyan pills turn pleasure into pain and vice versa; the orange pills grant stamina; the pink pills intensify pleasure; the yellow pills boost confidence; the blue pills increase vitality; and the heliotropes recharged us. I took the orange, yellow, and blue ones and my fillyfriend took the white, orange, and pink yet I can’t even get good in bed; I can’t even help to feel like a cheated: even worse, I lost my fucking lunch over these damned pills and the snacks I tried not to eat so who else but her to suffer the bulk of it all?! Mother was right: I have grown up to be such a disappointment it would have been more preferable to wear a dress and offer myself to the first colt cuddler in the mood to go for brokeback; I bet Rumble’s brother Thunderlane would have been more than happy to accept my proposal!”

“My, that’s awful; you poor thing; your strife is so depressing…” the zebra mare had sighed, outstretching her hand to wipe away the silver pegasus’ tears, “your stomach must had suffered a bad reaction, affecting you and your lover’s satisfaction; perhaps you could let Samoa take a swing…”

“No, it’s bad enough that I had showed my own fillyfriend a bad time: I don’t have to make it worse than it is by cheating on her; besides, I want to see this to the end no matter what, even if it’s all too soon…” Cloudy Daze snuffled, already struggling to regain control over his very crying as he backed away from her.

The patchy pony chimed in, “it’s okay if you still want to change your mind; I’m not that petty when it comes to Samoa…”

“Please don’t push your luck… that’s kind of you to make such an offer but I made a promise to her that I was going to keep on moving…” the silver pegasus had sniffed before walking past both her and Pipsqueak with an iota of confidence, “besides… I can’t keep a good lady waiting any longer so to speak…”

“I see then… by the way, before you go, I’ve just one thing I like to ask: who’s your fillyfriend?” the patchy pony inquired at once.

Cloudy Daze turned around to answer both Samoa and Pipsqueak immediately, “Hyacinth Dawn…”

“Ah, now I also see, you’re even now doubt free: no more feeling of inadequacy or basest signs of being dissatisfactory…” the zebra mare said to the silver pegasus, “the rest becomes good, I foresee…”

The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also possessed its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the very occupants’ manes and tails were colored yellow in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone had remained inside. Now like before, while a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many mares were wearing some collars with only a few able to cover up parts of their bodies. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active found in various poses imaginable, mere pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing without a care whatsoever. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys had played about acutely from the phonograph, already mixed together within the air in such refinement and gentleness. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of a proper summary altogether; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.

Anyway, Tails was found to be talking a lone indigo pegasus standing up about right nearby a windowsill, leaning up against the wall with her bare back. Both blue and violet tresses were found making their very way all throughout her back in clashes against each other in their pointless quests for dominance. Circling right around the indigo pegasus’ eyes were a rich shade of light cornflower held back by its owner’s eyelids while accompanied by a muffled smile. Donned tightly around her very neckline was a lone red collar that was already speaking more loudly than what the highlighted redhead could’ve daresay. Even their lack of clothes had simple told differences between Tails and the indigo pegasus: an athletic form, large bust, small umbilicus, and trim fork. Firmly resting upon both of her flanks was a yellow shining sun with a welcoming face and some hands holding scoops all filled to the brim with many raisins.

“Sorry about what happened to you earlier, Miss Dawn…” Tails had quickly said to the indigo pegasus immediately.

The taller individual sighed and replied in turn, “it’s no biggie; I actually feel sorry for the poor pony… he was willing to go through all of this and yet even that was taken away from him as well…”

“I can’t help to imagine if it had been me who would end up vomiting; it’s a miracle that he didn’t overdose, though I’m wondering about one of the Filly Guides I’d came across earlier…” the highlighted redhead said as she was watching the rest of the ponies all swept up in the fray, “I’m still not sure what she’d preferred more: the free food or the wild sex Snails gave Twist…”

“That too is a mystery; of course, this does remind me of my training days at the academy…” Dawn responded instantaneously.

Tails’ eyes widened while exclaiming, “you’re kidding?!”

“I wish I was, but at least it was under control for the most part: some were on the pill, others used condoms, and a few remained abstinent since day one…” the indigo pegasus had sighed, looking right towards the shine in the storm outside, “although, now that I think about it, there was this lone Wonderbolt mare who I believe was in a relationship with one of their captains…”

“Which one: Soarin or Spitfire…?” the highlighted redhead inquired, raising her right eyebrow.

Another long drag of air was sucked into Dawn’s teeth before she said, “I can’t say; of course, she sounds like that she wouldn’t be just satisfied with being bedded by either one of them, let alone another mare…”

“Are you guys talking about Rainbow Dash?!” another voice had shouted out obstreperously at once, “I’m one of her biggest fans…!”

Within only seconds, both ponies were treated by the sight of another pegasus mare, albeit one rivaling the likes of Tails in the height range. A coat donned in a shade of a dark gamboge, it was reminiscent of a timid fawn only several months away from becoming a young buck. The small pegasus’ eyes barely matched the tresses upon her body; although they were both colored purple, the latter possessed more life. Besides a red collar around the neckline, the onlooker donned long gloves, stockings, and a mask all dyed deep blue, save for yellow finishes. The orange pegasus also bore a much smaller figure than either of the two ponies in attendance, even with her own moderate cleavage therein. Resting upon the onlooker’s flanks were some pink quavers etched within a purple star shade inside a tricolor shield painted in that shade alongside red and pink.

“Huh, Scootaloo…?” the highlighted redhead choked out, staring at the textile ensemble upon their aforementioned peer still in the altogether.

Almost immediately, a wry smirk grew upon the orange pegasus’ muzzle before she spoke, “wow, I wasn’t expecting you to show up to the party; do you know who’s the lucky somepony, Tails…?”

“Not at all, I’m afraid: even Snips and Snails have found their very own special someponies, Babs and Twist respectively; as a matter of fact, Twist even kissed Apple Bloom on the lips…” Tails answered back instantaneously, shaking her own head with slight despondency in her tone, “even watching themselves having sex was enough to make me feel inadequate and lonely…”

“How so…?” Scootaloo had prodded onward.

A small bead of saltwater grew up the corner of the highlighted redhead’s right eye and started elaborating, “the fact that despite growing up with them, I couldn’t help yet wonder whether or not I would have been good in bed for somepony. The closest I have gotten was eating out Sweetie Belle despite her coltfriend reaming about and even then, I still felt like a failure. This barely did anything for me other than making me wet and I barely understand why it was happening to me…”

“Oh, Celestia… haven’t you made the time to learn sex–ed yet…?” the orange pegasus had exclaimed in disbelief, barely holding back a laugh as she placed her left hand onto the adjacent shoulder, “it’s called arousal, grows on you since puberty like my boobs; besides, judging from your lack of experience, you must be a virgin…?”

“And what’s wrong with being one; have you suddenly started confusing me with Cloudy Daze?!” Tails snapped right back at Scootaloo.

Noticing a deeper shade growing upon the highlighted redhead’s very visage, the orange pegasus snickered a bit, “not at all: besides, the fact that you were able to perform cunnilingus on one of my bestest friends means that you want to give this whole party a chance; after all, you studied much from all the other ponies anyway…”

“If you call watching other mares and stallions copulating studying; even watching them almost made me vomit, much less the two unicorns…” Tails slowly replied more gently than what had been said before, “this must be new, inviting so many ponies in one place just to do that; kind of sounds like something from an amateur skin flick…”

“At least this Silver Wing was nice enough to wash our undergarments overnight while the storm runs its course: it would have been even much nicer if I could regroup with the rest of Crusaders; then again, we have plenty of time for that between here and now…” Scootaloo chirped before turning her very gaze onto the snowfall on the other side of the glass windowsill.

The indigo pegasus had joined in and commented on the frozen downpour taking place outside, “if there’s one thing I do know about snowstorms, then it’s going to be a pain to clean them up, especially for a city as big as this one; I feel sorry for any poor guy who didn’t finish up the harvest in time.”

“How ‘bout those caught outside of the storm…?” the highlighted redhead added while shivering about, memories of the recent trek burned into her mind, “the three of us were about this close to freezing to death if it weren’t for the map of the city; even in the snowstorm, catching the bus was a total nightmare: it was like finding out that Tartarus itself can freeze over at times…!”

“Let’s just stop with the jokes and start getting some food; maybe this could help take our minds off of the snow and ice for a while…” Dawn had spoken up before trotting to the other side of the room, prompting the two others to follow right after her immediately.

Tails eyed the food that was resting on one of the tables on the adjacent region, lying away on a cloth sequestered from the rest of the ponies all currently swept up in the heat of their passions. Of the ponies in attendance, there were only two other pegasi whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, residing near one corner of the room a few feet away from another table. They’d possessed certain common traits: some light coating upon their bodies, highly limber statures, short tresses, and such an amorous demeanor being worn over both of their very faces.

Of course, there were some significant differences the highlighted redhead had taken notice their heated and sweating bodies which displayed their own contrasting chests all throughout the way. For starters, there was a lone creamy stallion already sitting in a goldenrod chair while his very counterpart kneeling at his waistline was an ivory mare with some rope tied around her wings. Secondment, the former was a brunet wearing his small mane all straightened out despite the cowlick whereas the latter had every single amber wave of grain neatly running down her nape. Thirdly, the creamy stallion had worn a snow white feather on both of his toned flanks while the ivory mare donned on a trio of jet black paw prints belonging to a creature of a different species. Of the two in heat, the brunet bore eyes matched his tresses bombarded with leisurely pleasure while the smaller blonde’s spring green orbs clouded by intense lust were framed by black specs. The creamy stallion had possessed a lightweight figure, lacking both muscles and lipids alike but the ivory mare had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of the observant Tails herself. Another crucially important detail sitting the blonde apart from both the brunet and highlighted redhead was the collar worn by the former donning the same color as both of the pegasi mares.

Despite looking helpless, all that the creamy stallion could do was rest one of his hands on the ivory mare’s wavy mare, stroking and patting about since she was kneeling at the waistline with a prepuce lodged within her hot and heavy lips as he moaned, “yeah, suck it down, you blonde bimbo; you make that bulky Filly Guide look and feel even smarter by comparison…”

“At least I’m not so wimpy like you, limp noodle…” the blonde cooed before forwarding back onto the brunet’s waistline, “it would have been nicer if you had gotten your cock enlarged to the size of a manticore’s.”

“Just be grateful I’m letting you have a BJ, Zippoorwhore…” the creamy stallion huffed as the ivory mare lapped at his shaft freely.

Surely enough, the blonde used her right hand to knead the yard around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the brunet had felt it springing on upward to her muzzle in little time therein. It didn’t take long until the ivory mare’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around the creamy stallion’s prepuce, her warm salivation making the latter smile big at once. Sitting uprightly, all that the brunet could do was rest one of his hands on the blonde’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movement she would make prior to pressing onward. Even though the ivory mare was silent, she’d taken great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from the creamy stallion’s shaft whether in or out of the former’s deep throat. Slowly but surely, the brunet lent back by a bit further to give the blonde more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him downward onto the floor at a certain angle. The creamy stallion barely helped himself but coo and moan, feeling the ivory mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face. Within due time, the blonde had driveled onto the brunet’s for some significant time ‘til her very mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing before breaking away with cleanliness.

Needless to say, a wave of accomplishment was flushed over the ivory mare’s grinning face who moaned softly, “I never knew that your balls would hold so much seed for so long…”

“Just do me a solid and keep your mouth ‘round my nuts ‘cause I’m not letting you break yet…” the creamy stallion had huffed as he pushed his hand down upon his counterpart’s mane gently, “Zippoorwhore… lick my balls… Lick my balls until your tongue loses feeling. Lick my balls until everything you taste from now reminds you of me. Lick my balls like it’s your first night in Applewood. Lick my balls like you’re trying to win a prize on a Neighponese game show. Lick my balls like my cum reverses aging. Lick my balls until you are less pegasus… and more pet shop mare!”

“Anything for you, master…!” the blonde mewed.

The brunet leaned forward and said, “louder, please…”

“I’ll do anything for you, Master Featherweight!” the ivory mare had exclaimed obediently at once to the titular tenant, “as your little fuckpet, I, Zippoorwhill gladly lick your balls!”

“Gyuahh…” the creamy stallion sighed as his submissive correspondent had moved her tongue downward.

Tails found the will to look away from both Featherweight and Zippoorwhill, already green in the face to a lesser extent as the orange pegasus said, “you look a little down, Tails. Have a doughnut; at least they can help me keep my strength up…”

“These donuts are great: usually, jelly filled are one of my favorites; nothing beats a jelly filled doughnut…!” the indigo counterpart replied before taking another bite into the confection in question, something made the highlighted redhead take a second look, “of course, it’s kind of like a cream–filled doughnut, only it’s not cream–filled nor a doughnut…”

“Let me guess, it’s a riceball, isn’t it?” Tails said.

Scootaloo chimed in, replying, “how did you know…?”

“It was in one of the graphic novels that I have read in the bookstore back when I was young…” the highlighted redhead had answered the orange pegasus almost immediately, “they came from the same place where these rice balls originated; they’re otherwise known as omusubi in their native tongue…”

“Yeah, I remember there was this Japonime club back in my frosh pony year where its members invited me over for an after–school party; one of the cooks brought all sorts of rice to make them: white, brown, yellow, red, even purple…” Scootaloo elaborated onward, sinking her teeth back into the foodstuff without a care in the world.

It wasn’t long until the standing pegasi were treated to the sight of two mares at separate but equal ends with their own distended ample legs on the floor. With their sheaths already close to one another, Trefoil and Savannah were both jarring against themselves very slowly with eyes clouded by concupiscence. Already at once within earshot, they were moaning about as the friction made by their movement kindled with such rising intensity at an approaching zenith. Excitement was currently around for them as their clashing coats had started to perspire about, the minty unicorn holding the lemony pegasus rather tightly. The tenacious milling about between one another’s whispering eyes had commenced to increase in momentum, bouncing to and fro alongside them freely. Both Trefoil and Savannah had moaned vociferously amongst themselves like much of their peers as the former maintained an advantage over the latter. Sure enough, however, the mismatched equines’ forks were soaking about in their own essences completely, rivaling their collective perspiration in viscosity.

The lemony pegasus cooed, “oh Trey, my sweet…”

Afterwards, they had started to wrap around each other lightly and gently, already locking lips and exchanging some breaths in the interim. Happily in the altogether, eyes were closed and faces nearing each other as the minty unicorn kissed her concupiscent colleague at once. Needless to say, the ponies’ passions started to grow only stronger, making them more eager to explore one another’s mouths with ease. Their dulled ecstasy was enough for Trefoil and Savannah to reside there anyway, continuing about tongue–tied before breaking away.

“So how was it, Savvy; do I still got it: pleased to find that I’m up to your standards after all these years…?” the minty unicorn asked the lemony pegasus underneath rather sensually, earning a snigger from the latter immediately, “I missed you so much; even after all these years and I can still remember your lemony scented perfume…”

“As did I, Trey; your eyes were enough to set me off: they’re so bright and exuberant like star sapphires…” Savannah simply sighed softly in a sultry sound, smooching Trefoil again rather effortlessly.

It didn’t take long until the minty unicorn said to the lemony pegasus, “now that we’re both wet, I suppose now’s the time to clean ourselves up; after all, we didn’t earn our Tide Pod badges for nothing…”

“I know that, Trey; besides, your hot lips aren’t the only thing I’ve missed tasting back then…” Savannah snickered before Trefoil got and turned around towards the former’s cannons at once, “wouldn’t wanna keep my coltfriend waiting any longer since we’ve both promised him a show…”

“At least better him than Morty, am I right, Savvy…?” the minty unicorn had spoken back to the lemony pegasus.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Trefoil and Savannah were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the minty unicorn started mollycoddling the lemony pegasus’ sheath playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its edge; in an aroused response, the latter had stuck out a tongue up at the former instantly, fully aware of its saturated state. Trefoil swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her moderate bosoms before deciding to do the same to Savannah’s whispering eye, forwarding their hot and heavy lips. Each time the lemony pegasus felt the minty unicorn stimulating, exploring, and licking the dainty fork, it started to get harder so the former was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard both hands grasped on the latter’s rippling thighs and rubbed about. Because Trefoil’s tongue was already intertwined with Savannah’s sheath and vice versa, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding so to speak. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; afterwards, the minty unicorn began to break away after getting her own fill.

Almost instantaneously, the two ponies’ muzzles met with one another yet again, this time with their smiles soiled with their solutions as they had kissed.

The lemony pegasus broken off again and said in return, “I feel guilty showing up here of all places with a coltfriend of mine and you’re all by your lonesome, sug…”

“Don’t be… the fact I can see you again outside of the Filly Guides: the next generation may have shown some promise, but I still can’t help to think of you and the time we have spent together…” Trefoil replied as she’d held onto Savannah in a gentle loving embrace, “even I’m willing to let you find happiness with a colt of your own choosing…”

“Speaking of which, maybe I should go on ahead and invite him already; I think this should be enough to kill two birds with one stone: I get to have some rumbling about and he can find my sweet spot…” the lemony pegasus cooed, speedily shooting a squint towards a neighboring spectator.

Stooping right in front of both the mismatched mares was another silver pegasus with his hands over its owner’s saturated and mucilaginous prepuce. A rather moderate shade of some jet black tresses was already found to be slicked back neatly, already lacking the same length they both possessed. Like the many whom were in attendance, the dark haired stallion was also in the altogether too, already showing off his somewhat muscular stomach. Aimed at both mismatched mares right upfront of him were his amethyst eyes resonating about, contrasting against the very background they were in. Donned upon the dark haired stallion’s flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a dark cloud, its textures of star platinum detailing many curves.

It took so much strength to muster up so little words from his mouth as he stammered on, “sorry about that; I didn’t mean to get carried away…”

“Don’t worry about it, sug; I think that you’ve waited long enough…” Savannah giggled profoundly, unfazed by the dark haired stallion’s tacky palms as she hoisted her bust upwardly, “I bet you want some of my milk now…”

“Fuck yeah, baby…!” he’d coughed before starting to latch onto the lemony pegasus’ cleavage, his moist tongue making contact with her nub.

The dark haired stallion stroked the other one slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from Savannah before licking right in between them while leaving behind large ribbons of saliva. The lemony pegasus’ moaning started to intensify when she felt his teeth started chewing over her bosoms, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s spread wings as milk spurted from them. The otherwise dirty deed continued on for a mere few minutes until the dark haired stallion lifted himself upward to Savannah’s lips and had begun to kiss at once, tasting her own white liquid as well.

It didn’t take long until the lemony pegasus moaned, “I’m still feeling so hot right now; do me hard right now…!”

“Where do you want it, Savvy: the V or the A…?” he asked rather quickly as his shaft hardened again, “it’s your call, lemon drop…”

“Whatever float’s your boat, Rumble; besides, I’m more than ready for some backdoor action…” Savannah huffed, planting her hands on the floor.

It wasn’t long until the eponymous individual’s freshly exposed yard now went inside of the lemony pegasus’ croup, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the carpeting at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the dark haired stallion held onto Savannah’s fundament firmly with the tips of his fingers on her. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the lemony pegasus had started feeling her own whispering eye gathering more solutions, their piths and substances slick like before. Now Savannah was firmly aware of how her fork already burned about with such hot moisture accumulating about, more viscious than the hunger for the minty unicorn nearby. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, the lemony pegasus was now moaning the loudest of the many in the very room since her waistline was occupied by him alone. Much of the momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as Rumble still bounced up against Savannah’s flanks with growing determination and expectation. It was only in a matter of moments the dark haired stallion got close enough to unleash a discharge into the lemony pegasus, her haunches reacting to the repeated incursion. Sure enough, time was of the essence since Savannah was losing control of her own body greatly thanks to him, sweating about as the former lolled her moist tongue out and about.

Rumble closed his blushing eyes for a few seconds before reopening them to find the blonde counterpart still in front of him; nevertheless, he panted, “brace yourself, Savvy; I’m about to cum…!”

“At least I’m here to let you do so…!” the aforementioned mare spat out huskily, her salivation escaping and mixing with her perspiration, “I can’t wait to let your seed be planted into my plot hole…!”

Sure enough, the dark haired stallion then bucked his hips into the blonde correspondent fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along the way as well. Only then did he relent immediately afterwards, already panting and huffing about as Savannah broken away from him easily with a gentle collapse. Stretching about was a small string of a thick white liquid right in between both pegasi before being shattered instantly without a care whatsoever.

“I love you, Savvy…” Rumble cried passionately.

Savannah turned over and gave her silver counterpart a kiss before sighing, “same here, sug; I love you too, Rumble…”

Unbeknownst to themselves, Tails was feeling wet between her legs once again, this time rubbing in between them furiously about. Nothing was stopping the highlighted redhead from doing so this time around, far away from the table of food and the ponies nearby them. Only things on Tails’ mind were the performance the lemony pegasus had subjected herself to recently and the burning desires overall.

“Almost there…!” the highlighted redhead thought to herself taciturnly at first before her fingertips became soiled by her own fluids, “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!”

“Oh my…!” Trefoil gasped while watching Tails.

It didn’t take long until the highlighted redhead was spotted by the minty unicorn, already standing in a small puddle of the former’s own making so to speak; needless to say, even the latter was shocked by it so to speak.

Tails barely held firm and felt her already red coat becoming more saturated with an intensifying shade as she cried, “oh my goodness…!”

“You alright, ma’am…?” Trefoil asked, mustered up the strength to talk at once, “it seemed that you must have been keeping it built up inside you all this time…”

“I’m so sorry… it’s just that I never seen such a mare have so much energy inside of her…” the highlighted redhead answered only timidly.

The minty unicorn’s leftmost eyebrow was raised while she replied, “really… it seems that you’ve been missing out for too long…”

“How could I be so fucking stupid…?” Tails had told her tale to Trefoil with trembling trepidation, “it’s just that I never considered myself to be so unlucky; Snips and Snails have found fillyfriends of their own but I’m so alone, I’m afraid I’ll never be good in bed as I was out of it and–––”

“That’s depressing…” the minty unicorn sighed sadly as the highlighted redhead started shedding some teardrops quietly.

Tails turned away and wept, “I feel even worse than that dancing unicorn in the other room; at least, she was able to find happiness by her lonesome…! Even worse, Hyacinth Dawn was more than generous enough to stay faithful to Cloudy Daze; I don’t know if I could ever find a special somepony of my own who could measure up! I don’t even know why I have decided to come here anymore: I was willing to tolerate the notion of other ponies being naked but the sight of them having sex was too much for me. Is this who I am going to become throughout my own life: a nearly sexless mare who couldn’t continue after a simple act of cunnilingus, let alone land myself a coltfriend of my own later on…?”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Tails; it’s normal for a first timer such as yourself to feel this way…” Trefoil said, placing her left hand upon the titular mare’s adjacent shoulder with but a faint smile, “I once had these feelings myself while I was in the Guides…”

“When…?” the highlighted redhead inquired..

Taking a deep breath, the minty unicorn gave out a statement, “since puberty: of course, I had become a Filly Guide long before that happened, much like Savvy was; however, I was also a late bloomer. At first, I didn’t mind the kissing and holding hands, even though the risk was high; while many have been understanding, some ponies would’ve been willing to separate us. The only thing that kept my mind off of her was earning badges and sure enough I was a shoo–in for leading the next generation; of course, that also meant keeping my relationship with her at a minimum. I’m glad that I was able to have some time away from the Guides to see Savvy again without having to risk losing it all over our relationship; besides, I still feel lonely without her. Still, I’m happy that she was able to a make a life for herself beyond the Guides: a good coltfriend, clothing line, and a career in the pictures; I don’t think I would have gone this far in life if I hadn’t made it to den mother, or worse lost the chance to make it there.”

“I’ll say: ever since I had gotten Ballista, we’ve been almost inseparable from the get–go once we’ve made our home in Ponyville; now, he’s a few years away from being twenty…” Tails told Trefoil tenderly, turning towards the tables, “I suppose the only reason I went to this party is to escape the reality of him no longer being with me; Ballista is like family for crying out loud…!”

“I know…” the minty unicorn said calmly.

The highlighted redhead sighed before continuing onward, “Fluttershy told me it’s natural for pets to be living such short lives; still, waking up to find that your dog has passed away in its sleep is still too much for me. After all, if it hadn’t been for that fateful encounter so many years ago, then it’s most likely that Ballista would have not lived for that long. Still, to think of such a future as a certainty nonetheless, I would probably be devastated should that happen; I don’t even know what I would do afterwards.”

“Do what you always do: cherish every single moment with your pet; it’s what he wants always anyhow…” Trefoil suggested under no animosity meandering into Tails, “besides, I’m pretty sure that he’ll be happy to see your smiling face again…”

“You’re right; besides, Ballista lived a good life so far and I’m sure that he’ll be joyful to see me return tomorrow evening…” the highlighted redhead exhaled, watching the minty unicorn sashay over to a nearby crate while showing off laurels.

Trefoil bent over and dug into the container, showing off her own viscid loins to Tails before the former gasped, “finally, just what we needed…!”

“We needed…?” the highlighted redhead repeated in confusion, “you found something already, Trefoil…?”

“Consider it the probable key to your happiness…” the titular tenant elucidated as she turned around to reveal one blue tumescent item in possession with some straps hanging about.

Tails held back some arousal to gurgle, “you’re not planning to fuck me already, are you Trefoil…?”

“No, not at all; I would never do that to you, Tails…” the minty unicorn had responded calmly, handing the simple device over to the highlighted redhead, “you’ll be doing the fucking instead…”

“Huh…?” Tails had slowly choked out at once.

Despite the unease, Trefoil gave out a warm smile and said in return, “don’t worry about a thing: it seems from your observations, it should be enough; besides, we’re already wet enough for this…”

“But you can’t be serious: I would be muscling in on your friend’s territory; won’t Savannah be upset about it…?” the highlighted redhead stammered onward as the minty unicorn had watched the former shaking about while holding the item, “besides, I’m not as experienced as you or any of the other ponies in this occasion, much less this room…”

“Just leave everything to me: after all, it is my responsibility as a Filly Guide to help out my fellow neighbors no matter what; in any case, I’m certain that Savvy won’t mind since she’s having the time of her life with her coltfriend…” Trefoil replied before she lowered herself onto the floor in a supine fashion.

Tails couldn’t help to waste time taking in all the details in regards to the simple device already within her grasp. While its color seemed solid, its illustration was glossy, bearing the textures of the windowsill far from the two. In spite of its absolute symmetry, the novelty’s other side’s surface was wroth with some small beads etched in. Not even the lack of moisture was enough to deter the highlighted redhead from declining; it was dry and unused.

That being said, Tails started adjusting the device by aligning the smooth end with her sheath, feeling a cold clean sensation within; it was at this point, she’d soon shivered about straightaway, “brr… it’s so cold…”

“That’s the Dan of Steel for ya: I can even recognize one of its variations we had once used back at the hotel in Rosemound years ago; aside from its overall shape, feels like the real thing…” the minty unicorn had said to the highlighted redhead standing over, the former smiling lukewarmly, “go on, give it a try…”

“Okay…!” Tails chimed in, following right after Trefoil reluctantly as both of their bodies were symmetrically docked.

After being too close for comfort, the highlighted redhead inserted the appendage within the minty unicorn’s whispering eye, now quivering about at once. Considering it was already completely inside them at this moment, Tails and Trefoil were blushing about from slithering about from their continuous act. The sea of concupiscence overtook them both, their brightly colored coats becoming drenched with perspiration now growing on the twosome immediately. Only the milling about amidst the two mares started increasing momentum since the highlighted redhead maintained her very ground over the minty unicorn. Right away, Trefoil was starting to give off a shrill moan the second Tails pushed even deeper into the latter, huffing and puffing about before blowing away. Suffice to say, their collective culmination was right around the corner, something even the highlighted redhead understood far too well with their moans.

At long last did the minty unicorn feel her fork become deeply reamed by the device and mewled, “OH YES…!”

“FUCK…!” Tails screamed before rolling off of Trefoil’s body at once, their loins leaking in concentrated compounds, panted and moaned to no end in sight therein, “I can’t believe I did that…”

“You alright, ma’am…?” the minty unicorn struggled to ask the highlighted redhead nearby the former.

Gasping for air, Tails wheezed, “barely… if this is what sex feels like, then at least I understand why my friends… feel this way; in fact, I wish… I had been born a colt… instead of a filly…! At least, it wouldn’t have to be… so weird hanging out with… Snips and Snails of all ponies, especially with the others… asking me if any of them… are my coltfriends… For what it’s worth… I don’t mind swinging both ways… if it means being good in bed now… I just hope it would be enough to… help me move on when it’s time…”

“I feel the same way too… after all, somepony like myself perhaps … can’t keep being Den Mother… any longer in life than needed…” Trefoil heaved, facing the amorous pegasi on the other side whom were in already locked a loving embrace, “besides, I even possess… some bits of colt parts… inside me but I chose filly… after all, I’ve been one since birth… and the filly pieces won out…”

“In other words, if you’re trans… why didn’t you get… a blue collar from Silver Wing…?” the highlighted redhead asked the minty unicorn.

Trefoil turned back around and tittered tensely to Tails, “who said I was trans…?”

Before the highlighted redhead could speak, the minty unicorn found the strength to lock lips with the former almost immediately. Trefoil held Tails closely, bringing themselves close once again as the latter slid out of the very paraphernalia with only a wet pop. Under no circumstances did the two mares found the strength to stand on their hooves, finding solace in lying right over carpeting.

“In hindsight, I wish this night could keep on going…” the highlighted redhead slowly sighed tiresomely already, “but that would be too much of a wish…”

Hot Mahogany Inn

Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Smudge Proof, Silver Wing, and Tails still owned by Smudge Proof alone, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville; ergo, he deserves a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

Hot Mahogany Inn

Dark skies over the lands were finally painted with the clusters of stars since the shine in the storm dissipated along with a silver crescent shining the way. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that ensued right below themselves. Even though the atmosphere itself was already cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, its solidity would come to pass in the eyes of the most observant. Generally speaking, such temperatures were due to the overabundance of wintry precipitation solidifying over every single terrain imaginable whatsoever. Of course, only a few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mix of fascination and frustration unbecoming nevertheless.

For the many who were nestled in the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of terracotta while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were the most common species: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but few had both; of course, there were exceptions. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of fruits in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

Apple Bloom was inside the bed with Tender Taps right behind her directly for some company, sharing the same space with Scootaloo and a white mare wearing blond tresses and jade eyes.

“Aren’t you glad that you went to the party, Apple Bloom…?” the orange pegasus asked before giggling about.

Snuggling up with the orange stallion, the aforementioned mare answered back with a smile, “more than Ah had expected: it’s nice we saw each other again; the three of us together again, just like old times’ sake…!”

“It’s also nice to meet so many friends in here: to think that my little Scooter was one of the Wonderbolts’ biggest fan; speaking of which, I never expected to meet one them here, let alone date somepony so young…” the blonde bedfellow sighed, holding Scootaloo tightly by the abdomen, “it’s also a shame that Rainbow Dash is taken already…”

“It can’t be helped: she’s older, we’re younger; that’s life…” Tender Taps had told the mares.

It was at this point Sweetie Belle joined with them at the middle, standing at the bedpost clad in a silky smooth snow white housecoat open enough to show cleavage but otherwise modest saying, “it’s only a good thing that the storm is over: I can’t believe it’s going to take all day tomorrow to clear all this snow and ice away; I just hope we get to return home for the holidays in time…”

“We will… we always have been; besides, Ah can’t wait to see Pinkie and her sisters again…” the beaming yellow mare said, kissing the orange stallion behind after turning around briefly, “the whole entire family is going to be there…!”

“Speaking of family, Rainbow’s parents aren’t going to believe whom I’m inviting; of course, this is going to require more than just some legwork…” the orange pegasus chuckled, much to the white unicorn’s derision.

Sweetie Belle snidely remarked immediately, “you do remember Cloudsdale is way up in the skies; it’s nothing like the rest of Equestria, much less Ponyville, mind you… After all, you’re gonna have to get Twilight to come up with a potion to help your lover stand alone in the skies; at least it takes much less effort than making those glimmer wings…”

“I know, right…?” Scootaloo said before turning to face the blonde mare and nuzzling about, “I may have been underdeveloped but even I’m too careful to risk gallivanting like a butterfly…”

“Whatever…” the white unicorn had huffed gruffly, scowling about as she walked away from the unbalanced bedfellows before it had been smelted down into a seductive smirk slowly.

It didn’t take long for the orange stallion to pull the metal chain directly nearby himself, switching the light source off before whispering at once, “good night, Apple Bloom…”

Afterwards, silence had slowly slipped into the room as the occupants were huffing and puffing greatly into extreme exhaustion as they now burned with passion. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky were currently starting to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into slumber all too soon. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped off onto sleep already, few of whom with textiles adorning their bodies.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had pictures of mares and stallions with other creatures rivalling them already in the throes of concupiscence moving on. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the animated imagery therein. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points.

Up in front of them was a pair of ponies, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing swept up in their passions: the latter bent over forwards with her hands nearby the keyboards drooling about at the displays; the former was now thrusting inward and outward of his adjacent target in a steady momentum. Blushing grins were flexed by themselves, pleasured by the dark–haired unicorn slowly rubbing up against the silver pegasus while sliding the prepuce about rapidly while the latter wavered around and increased in luxury, giving off vastly small yet high–pitched moans in the process. Even he could barely help it, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting shaft punctured through her bare flanks, causing herself to wriggle forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in a cocoon of love just to make a part of him work harder to do so much to the latter.

“Oh yes… that’s right, master; oh yes…, give it all to me, hon!” Silver Wing grunted amorously, the constant moaning expelled from her mouth made it arguably hard to speak up clearly for it had quickly turned into words as she cried loudly, “oh master… please hon, please… make me your cumslut!”

Smudge Proof had suppressed a joyful groan during the sensual struggle as he then slid his yard all the way through his lover’s fundament, its whitening warmth conjoining within the spiked abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling inside herself with great pleasure.

“I take that the anal was breathtaking as usual, eh Winger…?” the dark–haired unicorn asked at once, before disengaging slowly with a wet slick.

The silver pegasus nearly collapsed and sighed, panting and moaning before looking behind, “anything for you, sir. At least the three hour sex games should keep up company for the next few months; of course, once we find a distributor to do all the work, we can rake in much of the bits and pieces…”

“Indeed; besides, think of all the other ponies who can benefit from this encounter: the failing couples, hopeless virgins, and struggling wordsmiths alike…” he said to her before stealing away a kiss upon making eye contact, resting his hand by the sheath without a care in the world, “they would be finding themselves amused by every single one of our distinguished guests tonight…”

“Especially that freckly redhead with Snips… I wish I’d have gotten a taste for her creampies…” Silver Wing purred playfully after breaking away from Smudge Proof, focusing in on the sight of Babs moaning with Snips taking her from behind.

The dark–haired unicorn chuckled, “there will always be next time: besides, once the summer season pops up, you’ll might even get your chance sure enough; I heard that Vanhoover happens to be so much more warmer around that time of the year…”

“Oh, another romantic getaway in the making already…?” the silver pegasus cooed, quickly turning around to face her lover directly, stroking his modest abs with a light touch approach, “surely, you never cease to amaze me, master…”

“Neither do you, Winger…” Smudge Proof sighed before Silver Wing had hurriedly taken aim at his prepuce.

The amorous silver pegasus’ knees reached the floor, already bent down to glance at the sodden shaft with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. At first, she used her gloved hands to knead the yard around playfully like a tiny joystick; before long, her tongue slipped had outwardly and slowly slid about. With salivation already making contact, all the dark–haired unicorn could do was rest one of the hands on his lover’s mane to stroke and pat based on progress. Silver Wing’s tongue still freely licked his prepuce before slowly forwarding her mouth inward, taking a break to moan in a sultry tone of such joint arousal. Even though Smudge Proof spread his legs a bit further to give the silver pegasus more room to lick around, the former barely helped himself but drool and blush. In no time whatsoever, she driveled on it for some significance time until her mouth was finished sipping extract from the dark–haired unicorn’s shaft.

Swallowing it whole, Silver Wing looked up and asked him at once, “how did I do so far, master; had I done well…?”

“Well, your lip service was sloppy, you rushed in too fast, and you didn’t fondle my balls long enough…” Smudge Proof summarized with little ease whatsoever, taking little time to whittle down the experience, “other than that, you still got it good…!”

“Thank you, master; I can’t wait to continue this tomorrow morning…!” the silver pegasus chimed, jumping up to hug the dark–haired unicorn tightly with little warning whatsoever.

The mismatched pair had finally left the area alone, flushing the screens with a large burst of photons before being phased out by the darkness like before, the moving images still playing about in a pattern.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above currently traded spaces, no doubt the progress of the golden sun already rising upward. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life began anew, or for the numerous up and running, continued advancing to their ticking of timepieces.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Although predominantly adorned with a richly frosted coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight plum pillars within. At least a dozen’s worth of rows were windows already plastered on the structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a contrast to its overall rounded formation. The orange textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in jet black reading all orderly “FLIM–FLAM FRANCHISES”.

High above yet within the very building was a boardroom already bathed in both sunlight and electricity alike, up and running about without any end in sight whatsoever so to speak of yet. The dark ceiling and background in their entirety was colored in the brownish gold of highest quality, rich enough to bear sweet treasures and texture alone despite faintest illuminations. Underneath it all was some elaborate carpeting seemingly originated from a faraway land, made with the finest shades and hues despite the overwhelming simplicity within their very fibers. Only a line of steel drawers stood out and about, resting against a wall opposite of the windowsills with portraits upon the adjacent side and a small circular clock resting from the top. A lone door was found halfway nearby from the windowsill, brightly painted in a bloody stream of orange blossom with a square of acrylic glass at the upper half amongst the wood and foam. Stuck in the middle of the naked space were some furniture: a plastic desk littered with paper and metal, a few red chairs made with soft upholstery, and a tall skinny lamp in a green lampshade.

Inside, a pair of olive unicorn stallions alike in fair dignity at first, even so far as having green eyes and the same fashions, the latter of which discerned by one of them wearing a mustache. For starters, they’d both possessed thick tresses of moderate red with stripes of white, all of which slicked around neatly despite their overwhelming greasiness deep within themselves. Nevertheless, their attire between the two males standing about was most noticeable at once: some straw hats, blue striped shirts, black bow–ties, and white pants were all they were wearing.

“We’re in the money, we’re in the money…” the clean shaven individual sang, counting the pile of currency upfront, “we’ve helped themselves make so much milk and honey…!”

“How much did we make so far, dear brother?” the mustache wearing counterpart asked the other occupant, sipping from stemware.

Looking up from the pile, the clean shaven individual replied, “well, Flam, it seems that things are flying up for us; this was the best idea we’ve concocted: selling aphrodisiacs to other ponies was a much bigger payout than the resort thing, especially considering what some crazy pony did to the bagatelle machines we got from overseas.”

“We’ve may have been able to win the lawsuit but the costs to maintaining the resort were too much for us…” the titular twin tittered triumphantly, “still, if there’s anything more alluring to ponies than the love of more money, then it’s proving to themselves and their lovers they’re good in bed…!”

“HA HA HA, HA HA HA HA HA…!” the twin unicorn brothers uproariously laughed all round simultaneously.

In what would’ve lasted only minutes, their pride and accomplishment extinguished instantaneously with the slamming of the door followed by an obstreperously indignant voice, “NOT SO FUNNY NOW, IS IT?! GO ON; TELL THESE TWO WHAT YOU TOLD WILLIAM…!”

The inhabitants in question were treated to the sight of two other stallions; unlike themselves, they’d possessed many significant differences. One of them standing about was a mere yellow pony huffing about with a frown whereas the other was but a red pegasus trembling in dread. Despite seeming to be of the same height, the former wore a light purple shirt while the latter donned a raisin black jacket with few stripes. The yellow pony donned a brown homburg on his short gray hair; the red pegasus, on the other hand, wore a burgundy flat cat over black tresses. While the former was well–dressed to the height of fashion with his matching trousers and white gloves, the latter wore blue jeans and some rope. A faint aquamarine glare appeared upon the yellow pony’s thick beard while the red pegasus looked through broken spectacles of some hazel.

“Well, I–I–” the goatee wearing equine stammered onward until he’d received a glare from the elder, “I was just giving some free samples to someponies like they’d wanted and I wasn’t breaking any rules…”

“DIDN’T BREAK ANY RULES; WHAT A KIND OF MESSAGE WE’RE TEACHING OUR YOUTH TODAY?!” the yellow pony shouted, catching the threesome off–guard, “JUST BECAUSE YOU CRAFT WAYS TO MAKE PONIES FEEL GOOD IN BED OR GIVE THEM DRUGS DOESN’T MEAN TEENAGERS CAN TAKE THEM TOO! IF SMUDGE PROOF SOLD A TRANQUILIZER RIFLE TO SOMEPONY, ARE YOU BLAMELESS FOR ALLOWING IT TO KILL SOME INNOCENT CREATURES?! ANSWER ME!”

“No, sir…” Flam choked out.

The elder continued onward, “RIGHT AND YOU DON’T LET ANYPONY GET SUED, UNLESS IT’S SMUDGE PROOF ‘CAUSE HE DESERVES IT! I HOPE YOU BASTARDS ARE PROUD OF YOURSELVES ‘CAUSE YOU’LL BE HEARING THIS FROM MY LAWYERS!”

With that, the yellow pony turned around, slamming the door so quickly its bad vibrations broke the glass for the three to see.

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had remained clear enough, the golden sun still shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found but defined in more variously rustic materials, most of which were befitting for the likes of the three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it on a lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided to forestry. In the background, a valley and ridge of mountains raged with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. The town bustled with an utter abundance of people from various demographics whatsoever: age, gender, finances, and social positions notwithstanding.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, there was but a party of five ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance. The quintet alone consisted of Snips, Snails, Tails, Toola–Roola, and Coconut Cream; they were already donning lightweight clothes upon their bodies. Without a doubt, there were still some significant differences which they had, something many like themselves would care less about to say the least.

Their collective sense of fashion was generally simplistic for the very environment they were in. The cobalt unicorn was already donning a viridescent hoodie with some jet black jeans as well. The gilded counterpart currently wore a silvery turtleneck and some chocolate khakis alongside. The red mare was clothed in an olive ensemble of a blouse, skirts, and some fingerless gloves. The pinker counterpart was dressed in a sky blue shirt and purple shorts held up by suspenders. The silver heavyweight’s textiles consisted of a white jacket and monochromatic pants combo.

“I’m so glad to be back in Ponyville; never thought the big city was going to be this hectic around the holiday season: it’s not Manehattan although…” Tails sighed, under no animosity meandering inside before trailing off; nevertheless, she persisted, “anyways, it was good thing to meet some people again outside of it; I can’t believe I’d discovered a little more about myself.”

“I don’t mind you being trans, friend; I’m also trans as well: sometimes when I’m with Twist, I like to dress up in mares’ clothing…” Snails said.

Coconut Cream chimed in, “at least I don’t mind wearing the pants in any relationship whatsoever, even with a guy…”

“Speaking of which, Trixie’s hosting a special magic show before the Winter Wrap Up…” Snips spoke up, “you want to come see it…?”

“If it’s during spring break, then you can bet on; of course, I don’t mind taking a break from school if things go south, let alone going along with my friend here…” Toola–Roola answered back mirthfully, wrapping her left arm around her heavyset lover’s shoulder immediately at once.

The red mare had jumped right back into the conversation as well, “that makes the five of us, although I don’t seem to mind going alone while everypony else is bringing some company along…”

“What about Trefoil…?” the gilded unicorn had asked instantaneously, reeling Tails further in, “you said that you were glad to find somepony who understands you; wouldn’t you like to bring her along as well…?”

“I highly doubt that she would: being a den mother for the next generation of Filly Guides would leave her with almost no free–time of her own whatsoever; from what I can tell, it seems like that she cares about the new troop more…” the red mare responded as she looked onward into the mountainside.

Coconut Cream sucked in some air and sighed, “well, that sucks, I thought that she and Savannah would be having the time of their lives with you; of course, that can’t be helped whatsoever: any active relationships while within the Guides would have invited a conflict of interest…”

“That’s understandable…” the cobalt unicorn had coughed outward rather speedily, “come to think of it, she reminds me of Cheerilee far too much despite being of a different color and whatnot…”

“Talk about TMI…” the pink pony scoffed, rolling her eyes in the opposite direction from the remaining four.

Tails started breaking away from the party of five, saying to them, “well, I best get going now; Ballista can’t wait to see me again: from what I could guess, it might be our last Hearth’s Warming together so I should be hoofing it…”

“Can we come see him, Tails…?” Snails asked, causing the eponymous mare to stop in place, “after all, it’s what friends are for…”

“Yeah, you two are more than welcome to stop by; besides, the more the merrier is what Twilight said…” Tails chirped upon turning around before continuing to walk further in a direction away from the very quartet.

Sure enough, both unicorns also began going their separate ways, sending themselves off with an almost simultaneous, “see ya…!”

“So, Too–Roo…” the silver heavyweight purred, latching onto Toola–Roola’s abdomen gently, “since Hearth’s Warming is only a few days away, hence the free time to ourselves, do you wanna do the mess around at my bakery afterhours…?”

“I thought you’d closed up for the weekend; shouldn’t you be preparing for the holiday rush…?” the pink pony panted pleasantly.

Coconut Cream finally met Toola–Roola face–to–face directly; although they’d blushed about, only the former huffed, “don’t worry about Monday morning: we still have a long way to go; besides, you’re always welcome at my bakery.”

“Am I ever…” the pink pony sighed before their muzzles finally opened up at once, both tongues finally slipping out for their ecstatic exploration between themselves; after a minute’s worth of being tongue–tied, the silver correspondent broke away, “let’s go, CiCi…”

“Race ya…” Coconut Cream laughed, quickly ditching Toola–Roola for the latter to chase after the former at once.