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 as well as Samoa, Savannah Smile, and Trefoil to ArtAnon, that is all; nothing more, nothing less.

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

Cool Citrine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so…?” Scootaloo had prodded onward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When…?” the highlighted redhead inquired..

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

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

“I know…” the minty unicorn said calmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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