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

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

Hot Mahogany Inn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, sir…” Flam choked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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