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.