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 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.