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.