The Big Fancy Guesthouses in Rosemound; Interim

Chapters

Tickled Pink Segue
Lustful Vermilion Cityslickers
Bravehearted Butterscotch Backgammon
Harvested Gold Farming

Tickled Pink Segue

Author's Note

This is my thirty–fifth clopfic out of the many made: aside from canon characters as anthropomorphic beings instead of normal one as well as fan characters partaking in it along some based on those from other media, this is a sequel to the precessor; of course, this is also Mature–rated so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the following guests appearing in this chapter are from someone else: Tails, Smudge Proof, and Silver Wing – Smudge Proof; Parkton, Lantern, Chantilly, and Oxbow – based on Kallen, Lelouch, Shirley, and Milly from Code Geass.

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

Tickled Pink Segue

If there was one thing that had proved to be noticeable, then it would be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; in addition, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which accented with layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided its way from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is crossing. In the background, there had rested a blue ridged valley of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the snow pounded onto and even off of the variant earth very rapidly without so much as a care. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were exceptions.

In spite of the overwhelming precipitation, there were perhaps faint signs of life bustling about in a rather spacious place such as this; as a matter of fact, there was but one building in particular proving to be the case in question. To say it was resembling a certain food was an understatement: the frosted chocolate roofing got topped off with its towering cupola bearing the shape of a pink cupcake with three small purple lampposts already lit up as candles. That being said, it was still inedible due to its residential purpose; as a matter of fact, two objects were standing on the rooftop’s ends: a purple chimney with some smoke climbing up and a nest made of straw underneath a flower. The sturdy walls where the windows remained adorned had been clothed in a uniform species of platinum accented by the wood and glass plastered in many different shades of pink imaginable, thanks to the lights shining about. What had made it very special were the two stripey pillars colored in a pattern of pink and white as they were standing nearby a purple egress with a small stairwell of purple already between a flowerbed and a matching mailbox.

Of the many finite areas in the very structure in question, there were only several windowsills lit up against the growing darkness, serving as proof at how the town alone had coped with cold. The ceiling within the cupola, as well as the rest of the background, was already surrounded in a richly lighter shade overwhelming with gold experience while reinforced by the timber frames. The flooring right underneath the host’s hooves were already basked in an emerald splash of ligneous planks, bearing more life than the down–to–earth ice and snow outside of the premises. Two different styles of windows were present, standing closely in range; although both of them were curvy and tickled pink, the ones at the very top were more complete in their oval forms. The sleigh bed beneath the starry pink loft was dyed–in–the–wool a deep blue with balloons and candies imprinted while being accompanied by a pair of pink and white pillows over a plum rug. There were other items of the matter that were well within the premises: a stony fireplace with a few pictures, a mirror on one stand, a lantern on top another, and a couch nearby some lollipops.

Lying in the middle of it all was a singular pink pony, already blushing about as she panted and moaned without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever. The tenant’s mane and tail had been inflated with its darker shade being restrained by a yellow sweatband as the oil and perspiration had escaped from them. Donned upon the pink pony’s voluptuous figure, a baby blue coif had matched both bright eyes and a yellow skirt with its suspenders already held in place.

“Oh, Pokey… pierce my pink petite pussy promptly, please…!” she’d gasped for oxygen, facing the chandelier above herself as her brand of excitement was just around the corner, the left hand in between the legs now started wiping over the space of whiteness slowly as its owner stifling a moan upon pushing two of the fingertips inwardly.

With the other hand now gently chafing the barely covered bosoms smoothly, the pink pony just plainly stayed there on the bedside, brimming with warmth as she barely helped herself but to feel the undergarment in question become moistened because of her efforts to the point of escaping throughout the very area. She was just getting ready to seek more, finding nothing but residual strength around actively before slowly moaning in pleasure as she’d pushed two of her fingers inside the wet object and she’d used her other hand to start pinching her own nubbins, getting to an approaching highpoint closely with but such great passion. The pink pony couldn’t even take it any more longer, already yelling out at the peak of her own exuberance after shooting out some juices all over from underneath her skirt and panties, as well as the comforter too with the moisten item being soaked in more solutions thanks to the very efforts made by the likes of herself.

Sweating about, she was too exhausted to rise up and face a lone observer approaching her as the latter spoke calmly, “how were the pills, my love…?”

Standing in front of the pink pony was an azure unicorn found to be right out and about with both mane and tail already matching the snowflakes blowing in the wind almost to no end at all. On his face was a pair of golden eyes circling about the pupils, both brows already raised up from glazed lids as they were already greeted by the sight of her dishabille almost immediately. Adorning the azure unicorn’s athletic build were a black muscle shirt and some matching shorts; nevertheless, his modest attire did little to restrain the arousal he’d felt because of the pink pony. Donned over his visage was some blushing rouge being much deeper than that of hers alone; through the thin gaps, pure hot dioxide had escaped from there before losing its very warmth.

“Way better than I’d expected, Pokey; these brothers must have pegged me all wrong, even more than Applejack would’ve expected: the pills they’ve made work wonders…!” the pink pony prattled about, persistently precise about the petite pieces plastered profusely within proximities, “I’m so glad we have the whole bakery to ourselves for the weekend ‘til they come home…!”

“And to think that we’ve been able to bond together without the need for them, my little pony…” the aforementioned unicorn chuckled, staring at her moistened and dishabille form without resistance whatsoever.

The pink pony panted, “I know… at least the twins have some playmates of their own to keep ‘em company, our kids mind you…”

“Sounds like you’re in the mood for a much larger family, that or the sex…” he’d said as she happily undid the suspenders, baring her bust brazenly in response while the former looked onward, “seems I’d spoken too soon…”

Aroused by the sight of them, Pokey had crawled down face first onto the pink pony’s cleavage and started to fondle them slowly with his fingertips, making latter moan only ever so slightly in preparation. Soon, the azure unicorn felt them hardened before lapping at both immediately, even going so far as to lick in between both while leave behind ribbons of saliva around the way for herself to feel the sensation. Hesitant moaning started to intensify when his teeth had started chewing over the pink pony’s bosoms, causing a creamy white liquid to spurt right from them as it gone deep into the former’s very muzzle. It’d continued on for merely a few minutes until Pokey had lifted himself back up to face her lips and began kissing them instantaneously, tasting the liquid gland ingested not long ago thanks to his efforts.

“Ready for some fun, fun, fun, Pokey…?” the pink pony probed, placing a blue tablet into the titular tenant’s muzzle prompted at once.

As a tongue slipped outwardly and latched onto it, he’d swallowed it and gulped, “fuck yeah, Pinkie…!”

It didn’t take long when their faces neared each other, let alone their owners’ lips also growing closer to one another before making first contact almost immediately. The pair of equines grew more eager as they had opened up to one another at once, their similar tongues finally slipping out to explore each other’s mouths in a daze. Such overwhelming ecstasy had caused themselves to quiver about as their hearts raced onward, still containing the strength to continue for at least a minute or two.

“Mhm…!” she sighed, breaking away from the osculation gently with a giggle, “eat my panties already, will ya please…?”

Almost immediately, Pokey had slowly made contact with his very target: Pinkie’s undercarriage instantaneously covered in sugary sweet whiteness already clinging to her aptly colored coating. Nevertheless, the azure unicorn slowly slid his tongue into the pink pony’s opaque primrose, earning a giggle from the latter as the former had started licking its contents away in little time. A few seconds later, he’d now felt a hand resting on his white mane after sliding inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the likes of her guiding him on the ins and outs altogether. All other options left for Pinkie was to moan slowly yet loudly for her modest sheath were so tight; even so, she soon even felt a tongue running around her legs while spreading them widely. Apparently, Pokey could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d went sliding in and out of the pink pony so repetitiously, his hands holding firmly onto her abdomen for some support. At long last did she gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the azure unicorn had now licked further deeper into her undercarriage fervently. Sheer cold from his icy tongue had caused a clear fluid from Pinkie to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in return, adding further tartness to the sweet still plastered over her primrose anyway.

“Grrr…!” Pokey roared, tearing off the white barrier without any resistance whatsoever before chewing onto the moist item with such ecstasy.

The pink pony purred peerlessly, “mmm… you’re so bad, Pokey… I like it…!”

“You honestly think I’m all that, huh…?” the eponymous unicorn whinnied while removing his shorts to reveal some protuberance prodding onward in its unclothed form, long as a ballpoint pen, “you ain’t seen nothing yet…!”

Pushing her gaskins upward so the frogs faced the chandelier, his prepuce was now aligned with her flanks, despite being drier than the unrestricted sheath he’d muddled around with before. After stretching Pinkie’s fundament wide with feelings of lasciviousness, Pokey had plunged his shaft in thoroughly; this made her blushing grin more excited as she currently felt more inclined. Each time the azure unicorn slowly rubbed against the pink pony’s croup while sliding his yard in and out rapidly, some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from the latter’s wet lips. Amongst their intensely thunderous yelps of happiness, he could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned every time his own thrusting prepuce punctured through forward and back. Sure enough, they’d started to gain some momentum, loving every second of such togetherness with but a little more tenderness as they both were moving around and about in the dense room. Because of the hot and heavy atmosphere gaining ground, perspiration already poured through one another and salivation slowly escaped from their mouths with such loud and playful moans. With their continuous efforts now getting towards a highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner, the two ponies were already comfortably numbed to their roles at once.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNN!!” she’d cried out, feeling a tacky fluid emptied into her fundament immediately.

Breaking away from the undercarriage underneath the yellow skirt, Pokey cooed at Pinkie, “so how was it so far, my love…?”

“Marvelous, they didn’t name you such and such for nothing…” the pink pony panted prior to the azure unicorn stealing a kiss from her at once before breaking away, “I still wonder what else are they gonna think of next…”

“At least it’ll be better than that shitty cider from long ago as far as I know…” he’d replied without so much as a care whatsoever.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already cold and light: the countless winds and moisture were overwhelming, already bound to a wide range where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The abundant stormclouds found clogging up the firmament were also dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon its target in question: a large conurbation consisting of gangling buildings. Lights and sounds were out and about as they were guiding the way for all its denizens through the chilled atmosphere, retaining their forms and colors despite the whitewashing and whatnot. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregiously standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance, despite their lacking in density. The only signs of life still brewing throughout the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that had dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were but a dyed deep blue with its small collection of vessels in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth so to speak.

Beyond the event horizon was a ground zero mansion that had currently stood out amongst other buildings deeply within the very inclines. The abode was covered up in an elaborate style; its polished powdered whiteness was adorning the structure in accumulative precipitation. The gable roof was interspersed with an adjacent catslide behind the entrance, topped along with shingles of tar and feathers into thatches. Many of the wholesome bay windows were either closed or obscured by the blinds while the adjacent sunshades had hovered over them. It even had a balcony standing far right above the ground by a mere few dozen feet; however, the weather conditions had limited such usage. Only the orange door added the finishing touch to the otherwise picturesque residence, surrounded by a very high metal fencing.

Standing outside beyond it were several ponies facing the door upfront within full view; in addition, another lifeform stood with them: a black ram. Donned over his body was some wool darker than the stormy nighttime sky above themselves, serving as a contrast to the snowflakes accumulating on. Within his peachy face were amethyst orbs facing the establishment before themselves bearing confidence and calmness, unperturbed by the weather. In spite of the jet black ram’s differences, the only commonality he’d shared with the very equines were the hooves already making tracks at once.

He’d stared at the building with a chuckle, “so this must be place they’ve been talking about a month ago: to think that once upon a time, this city was just a piece of land standing between the swamps and the sea itself.”

“Yet, they don’t call it Rosemound for nothing: all the red flowers and the herons too; even amongst the bitter cold, it’s still lovely…” another voice spoke nearby, bearing maiden quality contrast the black ram’s rough brogue: a redheaded pegasus with big blue eyes wearing a thick brown ensemble of a cap, coat, and stockings over the brilliant green, “can’t believe it though…”

“What is there to believe and/or disbelieve, my lovely pegasus: the fact that it’s the time and place for such frivolities or the idea these Equestrians would expand their reaches down to the seaside like they have before, Parkton…?” he’d replied happily, holding her tightly in his woolly grip.

The remaining ponies abaft were just like the aforementioned pegasus with their collective sense of fashion certainly suitable for the environment they were already in despite the differences. One was a carnation unicorn already walking on the left bearing ginger tresses underneath a light bright white cap with glowing green eyes filled with such trepidation and the like so to speak of. On the other side, the blonde counterpart lacked both wings and a horn but compensated with her buxom form beneath the flannel schemes of beige with true blue eyes of exuberance radiating on.

The pinker of the pair mumbled about, “why did Rey–Rey had to be chosen as her plus one? I’m not classist but I’d loved him too…”

“Suck it up, buttercup; as far as anyone remembered, we’d welcomed Parkton into the Campus with openness, regardless of whatever language we spoke…” the busty blonde blatantly blurted out brightly, “besides, Smudge Proof was kind enough to invite us to his party anyway, Chantilly…”

“I know, but even I’m worried about this whole thing, even more than Beaker is, which says a lot: such a secluded place in the middle of nowhere and right before the holidays no less; what if he could be eavesdropping on us, Oxbow…?” the titular traveler talked tremblingly in the process so to speak.

Laughing about loudly, Chantilly’s companion chuckled, “you worry too much, Chantilly: you need to get your head out of those books; it’s what the princess did over a decade ago…!”

“Yeah, I know…” the ginger unicorn had said.

“Hello… is this the place…?” the jet black ram said after knocking onto the wooden door as the ponies around himself gathering about about before a small crack was formed before his eyes, giving off a faint light as it originated from a crystalline chandelier, “ah…”

“More little ponies already… and a ram too… ready to walk on the wild side…?” a dry voice had made it through to the visitors in question.

The woolly walker pulled out a red envelope with a small white heart and snowflake pattern deeply from the fibers of his being with a brave chortle, “indeed, with the invitations sent to us, it should be enough to grant us all entry; after all, even I know my sisters are still safe in here…”

Sure enough, the small crack in the door grew wider as the frosted foursome was finally granted safe passage in the mansion almost immediately. Now that they came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the travelers in question felt the snowflakes upon themselves starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the visitors’ eyes: a table here and a nightstand there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in the foursome’s way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleek jet black stands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were balanced with the earthly tones of brown, accented by a lone nevus resting right underneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was merely simplistic: a conical felt hat resting upon the mane and an open housecoat both colored in red.

“Ugh, what the flying fuck: what kind of party is this where the host is naked; where are your undergarments?!” the redheaded pegasus gagged, recoiling about from the host’s dishabille which had made them all privy to the latter’s abs and shaft; as such, the former had peeped, “this can’t be right…!”

“It’s a sexy party, my little pegasus; by the way, the name’s Smudge Proof and I’m sure that the party tonight will be to your liking: after all, I have a way with hosting the finest of parties…” the white unicorn chuckled as he’d given off a wry smile.

Chantilly quickly looked around to find at least a few ponies here and there standing right behind the eponymous host and then inquired, “in that case, then where are the others, like Primrose, Meadowlark, and the rest of the girls; shouldn’t they be here…?”

“They’re in different parts of the guesthouses; of course, you four need to be better acquainted with your peers, especially considering the occasion…” Smudge Proof exhaled a sigh and produced an answer, “thankfully, there’s a dressing room nearby that my lover Silver Wing can help you with these clothes, although, it seems that one of your friends came au natural.”

In an instant, a lone silver pegasus trotted right up to the white unicorn’s side; unlike the other equines in her line of eyesight, she was the most exposed. Already bearing an ample bosom and voluptuous curves, the freckly occupant was adorned with a pair of shiny golden rings piercing both of her nubbins. She donned an all–black ensemble darker than her hair of a short skirt, gloves, and stockings; the only exception was a purple collar worn right on her neck. Judging from Silver Wing’s lidded green orbs, she was almost euphoric to see some company: her loins were currently stained with such viscous liquids.

“More visitors, Master…?” the silver pegasus asked, already rubbing the host’s shoulders sensually with her own two hands.

Smirking about, Smudge Proof spoke back, “yes and I also notice that these three fillies have brought a ram alongside as well but none of them have bothered to introduce themselves…”

“I regret not only my friend’s attitude but also this mere faux pas…” the jet black ram introduced himself and his respective entourage, “I go by the name of Red Lantern and these are my friends, Parkton, Chantilly, and Oxbow; we came all the way from Neighpon to the city to see what is going on, although the collar around your neck seems to be of much concern for her.”

“Oh, this old thing… it’s just what other mares are wearing in there for the party; mine’s is purple but there are other colors they’re wearing: red, black, and even blue…” Silver Wing cooed, pointing to the item in question.

Wincing at the particular article of clothing around the silver pegasus’ neckline, the ginger unicorn replied, “I don’t know… this doesn’t look right to me; doesn’t it seem a bit degrading, Miss Wing…?”

“Not at all: my partner and I are open–minded and this party’s one of the ways to do it; besides, I'd heard sometimes ponies having something special to share with want to spice things up a bit…” the silver pegasus answered before kissing the white unicorn hot on the lips, “after all, it seems you have a special somepony of your own; then again, your woolly friend is a different story.”

“Not quite if that’s what you two are implying here: Lantern is my boyfriend and I also respect the lifestyle choices that my classmates, Chantilly and Oxbow here have made recently…” the redheaded pegasus had spoken up, placing her left hand around the eponymous individual’s wool.

The host replied happily, “don’t worry; I’m pretty sure that everyone has one out there in the world so it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, my darling Wing will show you to the dressing room and get situated with the other guests in attendance. I’m sure that they will do more than to keep you company for the time being; now, what do you say…?”

“Well, I’d be delighted to…!” the buxom blonde exclaimed exuberantly, hugging the ginger unicorn nearby tightly much to the latter’s chagrin, “anything to spite my meddling mother is good enough for me…!”

Lantern had soon closed the door behind them as the foursome had moved further onward throughout the very foyer. With each step the sextet had soon taken, murmurs became more recognizable alongside the ambience that was music. Only then the visitors’ imaginations grew wild thanks to the casual clothing of both Smudge Proof and Silver Wing too.

Needless to say, although their trek throughout the big city was over, things were just getting started right away: the jet black ram had understood it but could barely know the details altogether in their entirety so to speak no less; as a matter of fact, only Chantilly herself was starting to feel nervous yet had kept her own composure anyway.

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 couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least several redheads present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks as their only form of clothing; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being clad in air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Of them, one was a tall sundance unicorn with her face matching the darker parts of the amaranth tresses with lidded eyes of chocolate as she was already showering about, the suds and water clinging to her curvaceous form since all that she wore was a black collar before being pulled down by gravity, some of which passed over ample apple in a shape of a bell onto her flanks. The rest accompanying the lonely tall mare were of the same height yet shorter than her anyway: the first one was a yellow mare with orange eyes wearing a matching collar and a tricolor shield; the second one was beige with hot pink orbs bearing a purple collar and a hearty candy stick pair; the third one was bronze with emerald splash also donning a matching collar and apple scissors.

“Mmm… feels so good t’ b’ out of the ice an’ snow; nothing like a long hot shower t’ starve off some hypothermia…” the sundance unicorn sighed.

The frizzy redhead in the middle of her peers replied with relief, “for damn thure: the cold wath making my body too frigid; I thought I wath gonna freeze to death out there, ethpecially thince my glatheth weren’t doing me any favorth whathoever…!”

“At least the storm will pass on by tomorrow morning, Twist; that should be plenty enough time t’ eat, sleep, work, and play, if ya know what Ah mean…” the mare with the pink bow chirped, “of course, we have t’ comeback t’ Ponyville afterwards anyway; Hearth’s Warming is only days away and Ah don’t wanna it t’ be the last one with Granny…”

“Relax, cuz: Granny ain’t goin’ nowhere yet; ‘sides, she’s a strong pony, stronger dan I can ever be…!” the bronze colleague declared exuberantly.

The yellow mare turned to face her cousin on her far right and replied, “don’t be sellin’ yerself short, Babs: even with ya clothes on, everypony can tell how strong yer becomin’ recently; of course, Ah happened t’ be worried about what Snips is gonna go through…”

“Humph, alwayth the fat one you’re worried about, aren’t ya?!” Twist huffed capriciously, padding her watered primrose with tender libidinous caressing, “you know, even I could’ve gotten around to letting him into my backdoor like a good anal thlut, conthidering that hith cum ith more plentiful; of courthe, I’d thtill bear hith reedy ridgeling of a friend’s foal like I’d done. Ithy Bithy happened to be full of life and energy dethpite the hothpital billth but tho did I: thuffer one little thtroke in fillyhood and dad walkth out on mommy and me like we were nothing to him; Tartaruth to him and hith preciouth project!”

“That’s harsh… Ah never knew yer pa would do such a thing…” the tall mare had sighed sadly as the frizzy counterpart stifled a moan.

Babs chuckled a bit and spat out, “if anyding, it makes your old man a fucking twat of de worse kind; at least you’re surrounded by oder ponies dat love ya and shit, like us Apples: my cousins Libby and Apple Bloom as well as myself especially.”

Almost immediately, the redheaded mares were greeted by another one, a red pony appearing; unlike them whom were already in the midst of cleansing, she’d possessed so many differences. For starters, despite the new visitor’s status, not only were her mane and tail of a darker shade with its own kinks here and there, there were some patches of whiteness residing about as well. Next, the red pony’s general dishabille was accented by a literal blue collar, much colder than the red both cousins wore but warmer than their frizzy friend, not to mention still colorful overall. Lastly but not least, the highlighted redhead had donned a figure of a big red heart with snow white wings sprouting outwardly on both sides of the shape right upon her limber toned flanks.

“Hi, everypony…” the red pony squeaked out, waving slightly at the gang of four afore herself, “my name’s Tails and I’m new here…”

“Well, howdy–do, stranger: never thought Ah be finding a young hero end up being invited here of all places, let alone having already met mah cousins Apple Bloom and Babs Seed as well as their friend Twist; Ah am Liberty Belle but someponies, including mah kin, call me Libby…” the sundance unicorn had started introducing herself to the aforementioned visitor cordially.

The highlighted redhead was blushing about, even more than the moistened coat and tresses she’d possessed, and said, “the Apples here: I’m honestly surprised to see them accept Smudge Proof’s invitation; are you three the only ones who came to the party…?”

“Not quite, we have two more gals who went and got invited as well: Apple Mint and Cinnamon Sugar…” the tall mare answered the red pony immediately, “of course, we also happen t’ learn that a crystal pony claiming t’ be Apple Bloom’s distant ancestor has also appeared: oddly enough, she even reminds me of her…”

“How…?” Tails had spoke up calmly.

Liberty Belle replied, “let’s just say that Sombra had t’ be a total dick about trapping her kind in a never–ending nightmare for at least around the same millennium that Princess Luna got banished t’ the moon; good thing that she’s trying t’ help them assimilate into the modern age, even though that her sister’s protege is basically running the show now…”

“I know… an entire decade passes and this happens: even I’m still nervous about that Twilight fellow; then again I’d once seen Luna in my dreams assuring me that it’ll be okay…” the highlighted redhead sighed, looking away from her own peers to mask her tears, “of course, I wish I could say the same thing for my dog Ballista; he’s not getting any younger so to speak…”

“Reminds me of Winona: she used t’ be so filled vim and vigor; now, she just stands on the porch lazing about, not that I blame her…” Apple Bloom had soon interjected almost instantaneously.

The red pony breathed a hot one and spoke up, “he’s fine for the most part: Fluttershy said he’s getting to be a bit older and not used to keeping up with me; she even pointed out it would be a blessing if he made it to twenty…”

“She’s almost sixteen; of course, she’s like family nonetheless…” the yellow mare replied, earning a shake from Tails, “Granny says it’s natural for pets like these to live such short lives…”

“Even when there are potions for that…?” the red pony wheezed about.

Apple Bloom walked up to the highlighted correspondent and replied, “not everything can be solved with science or magic; we just have to accept that there are things that must run its course and make the best of it, no matter what.”

“It’s just been so hard thinking what will happen one day; after all, I’ve remembered what he was like the first time I’ve met: a troubled angry pooch…” Tails sniffled a bit, looking at her own flanks at once, “I was afraid that he wasn’t going to be able to live his own life happily ever after again if it weren’t for my father; after all, that’s how I was able to get my cutie mark…”

“Ya know, ya weren’t the first pony t’ even dread the thought of not being able t’ get one; as a matter of fact, Ah wasn’t alone in the world, much less Equestria or even Ponyville itself for that matter: Scoots and Sweetie were willing t’ stick up for me at Diamond Tiara’s cute–ceañera long time ago…” the yellow mare had spoke to her crimson counterpart calmly and with compassion.

The highlighted redhead had chuckled a bit mirthlessly, “just like my friends, Snips and Snails… and yet another reason why we’re nothing alike: aside from being able to use magic from their horns, I’m just another filly who barely grew up; it’s not very surprising they have chosen two of your friends as their lovers but it seems that I’m doomed to be forever alone, like Ballista was…”

“Don’t beat yerself up, sugarcube; Ah am sure that there’s plenty of ponies in the world whom would love t’ choose sticking besides ya…” the sundance unicorn also comforted Tails, “anyways, Ah just got around t’ meet a nice little pony prior t’ the invitation and the like; he may not look like much but he’s determined to love me…”

“You mean dat tranny Little Red, right Libby…?” the bronze redhead had guffawed, catching the others, including the red pony off–guard.

This made the highlighted redhead blush even hotter as the tall mare spat back immediately, “so what; ya had no problem sharing a kiss with mah cousin’s friend but Little Red’s a problem to ya all of the sudden…?”

“At least I’m honest about myself: Snips may be my lover but I don’t mind pitching and catching wid all de other fillies in Equestria; Little Red’s just some fat pussy playing pretend wid dat plastic penis…” Babs replied without a care in the whole wide world, “if she’d spent more time working out and less time getting sick on junk food, den she’d turned out alright, like me…”

“It would’ve been even nicer if you had bigger knockerth ath well, like me rather than jutht thome abth, Babthie; at leatht Thnailth can try to knock me up anytime he wanth to…” Twist huffed, comfortably numbed to the mist and water around herself alongside with her friends due to their near lack of textiles covering the equines.

The bronze redhead faced her pasty correspondent and sniggered, “shut de fuck up and kiss me why don’t ya…?”

Almost without any warning whatsoever, Babs edged forward towards Twist and latched lips, the former catching the latter by surprise even with the remainders present and accounted for. Even though that the frizzy redhead felt her heartbeat speeding up, she’d soon decelerated and synced up with her bronze partner’s minimalistic movement and wrapped hands around her. Instantaneously, Twist was at ease when Babs rested hands over the candy sticks on the former’s flanks, the latter’s fingertips merely inches away from the cleft as the nails dug in the beige coat. Only seconds later did the two redheads moved forward and started wrestling for control with their tongues during their tryst as the nubbins of their cleavages were also touching one another. Under no circumstances did they even care about the reactions the others were currently feeling: Liberty Belle turned away, Apple Bloom backed away, and Tails even looked away as well.

“Oh, man… were these two always like this or is their relationship something new…?” the red pony had said to herself silently as they’d broke away from their collective osculation within only mere minutes, “I hope they save their energy for the party; my friends would’ve died from the shock of it all…”

Lustful Vermilion Cityslickers

Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of letting y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; still, 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, though My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the following guests appearing in this chapter are from someone else: Berry Munch and Samoa belong to ArtAnon.

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

Lustful Vermilion Cityslickers

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling lights, which were suspended by about few meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate fibers of red sandstone while being seven yards away from the center. A few windows were found to be displaying pictures of a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in a darker shade, purchased from the distant lands at fair bargains before being cleaned thoroughly. The very place was garnished with fine furniture in various shapes, sizes, and shades: couches, chairs, and cushions made with the same soft materials. There were circular tables covered in white linen with a bouquet of flowers inside a porcelain vase at the center, sequestered to the side with foodstuff. A composition of strings and brass mixed together were calmly played by a nearby phonograph, filling the air with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both at all; of course, there were a few exceptions. Many of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of roses in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and howling winds outside.

Out of many, one lone silver stallion was found to be kneeling about far away from a windowsill, his bare back facing the shine in the storm. A rather moderate shade of some dark chocolate tresses were found to be making its very way in a short puffed up shape on top of his scalp. Surrounding the silver stallion’s luxurious pupils were circles of cerulean already widened with his coy smile, offset by the blushing below. In regards to his utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his protruding corpulent appearance along with his wavering prepuce. Shown upon the silver stallion’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of silverware, two dining utensils made of the same similar material.

Nearby him were two mares also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd possessed certain commonalities: red tresses flowing out, height and stature, and sweat donned right over their bodies; of course, there were many significant differences between themselves. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them had a yellow color scheme as well as straightforward while the other was coated in cherry with puffs colored in two shades of cerise. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the quadrupedal two: only the yellow mare bore some freckles underneath the orange adventurous eyes whereas the crimson counterpart wore some brilliant cherries containing illustrious excitement within. Out of the two redheads in question, the brighter one had a small cleavage with a thickly tinted pinkness while the other was more curvaceous, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former possessed wheat adorning the flanks, the latter carried some minor assortment of cookies. Like the silver stallion up in front of themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necklines: the yellow observer donned a jet black collar and a goldenrod hair bow; the cherry correspondent wore a purplish scheme darker than her eyes.

“Ooh, Truffle… you sure know how to butter up a pretty pony, especially in your Berry’s dirty pussy…” the stout redhead had cooed lasciviously, slowly but surely lapping at his moist shaft within the lidded blushing fruity orbs as her thinner correspondent was currently taking aim at the former’s already coagulated sheath.

The titular tenant looked at the two redheads with contentment, already at ease with what they were doing at this passing moment in time: the cherry mare occupied with his yard while the yellow counterpart lapping at the undercarriage up in front; needless to say, the former sighed, “see how Butter Munch knows how to savor the moment, Opal? She knows how to be hands–off when it comes to pleasing a stallion in this day and age; at least you’re in good company to learn how we Equestrians do it. Wouldn’t you agree…?”

“Anything for you, daddy…!” Berry giggled, breaking away from the silver stallion’s prepuce to face him even as Opal still had went after the former’s fork, “it’s a shame that chubby unicorn and his fillyfriend had to leave all of the sudden; I’d enjoyed that creampie he’d given her the most…”

“Same here: mine relative’s lover even enjoyed mine company, in spite of the awkwardness…” the thin redhead sighed after breaking away for some airtime only to return to the task at hand straightaway.

As the two warm mares were still occupied with himself, he’d turned his gaze to another pair: Apple Bloom and Twist already tongue–tied with one another’s company much like themselves; the sight of the other twosome had made his saturated shaft hardened a bit as he was cerebrating, “I never imagined that my cousin would swing both ways, let alone be attracted to her friend. Perhaps if we hadn’t been so related, then she would’ve happily allowed me to plant my junk in her trunk; of course, Twist already has a coltfriend of her own and so does her friend. Speaking of which, the mere idea that Opal would be even related to my former classmate by countless generations and yet still be looking so fucking sexy like her is straight up miraculous; after all, she is a crystal pony, much like that Frosty fellow…”

As such, the aforementioned descendant was literally face–to–face with her beige correspondent, locking lips as they were both cloaked in sweat, saps, and saliva in the altogether so to speak of. As far as anyone can see, Twist could barely believe what was happening: Apple Bloom was now right within their mutual embrace, biting the lips and tongues as well as each other gently. Every second spent trading kisses with one another was bliss as Opal’s double was firmly aware of the differences they’d both possessed alongside their commonalities simply through touching. Right throughout their own lidded eyes, the very irises had instantaneously met with a subdued clash of shades, hue, and cry in between, lost in the moment of passing times by concupiscence.

This went unnoticed as a lonely gilded unicorn near the very redheads was kneeling about, both hands already resting onto the sodden yard. A rather moderate shade of some emerald splash was found to be flowing out in a rough shape with the kinks and curls already prevailing. Despite the gilded unicorn’s beady pupils, there were shades of fuchsia and midnight clashing together in the darkness before the dawning. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his lanky form alongside with the tumescent prepuce aimed at the two. Shown upon the gilded unicorn’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of a frowning gastropod: already hot pink with its royal purple shell.

The frizzy redhead broke away from her adjacent target and turned to face him with an amorous grin before speaking, “cum on by and rut me again, Thnailth; at the very leatht, you’ve already proven that you’re no fucking flit earlier…”

Twist lolled her tongue as she’d sensed Snails’ shaft shoved into the fundament with little warning, recoiling about while Apple Bloom was feeling the sudden addition of force applied. The fact the gilded unicorn was lodged within the frizzy redhead made him more hot and bothered than ever, feeling her croup contract every push and pull along the brief moments. Despite being on top of yellow counterpart, Twist had maintained a tighter grip with her mews growing loud with each passing thrust throughout stirring about with momentum so to speak. Snails soon paused for a moment to savor the feeling of the frizzy redhead’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution produced by her and Apple Bloom’s previous performance overall. Needless to say, the gilded unicorn started slamming into Twist as hard as possible, causing her to tense up but relax anyway despite the rather lack of ease and moisture deep within her flanks. Pumping further inward, Snails delivered more crushing blows to the frizzy redhead in a steady rhythm prior to unloading the deluge right onto the yellow counterpart’s sheath from hers alone.

“I’m about to burst again; here it comes…!” the gilded unicorn had warned Twist, closing both of his beady eyes and milling enamel against itself, “brace yourself…”

“Make that anal thlut yourth already, nothing more, nothing less…!” the frizzy redhead spat out huskily without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

Sure enough, Snails had bucked his hips into Twist’s fundament fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along some more to little end in sight. Only then did the gilded unicorn relent immediately afterwards, panting and huffing about as the frizzy redhead broke away from him easily. Stretching about was but a small string of white liquid right in between Twist and Snails before being broken almost instantaneously at once.

Apple Bloom felt the collective weight off of her body being lightened as both friends of her gotten around to collapse nearby; needless to say, she exhaled at long last, “whew, what a relief… how do ya… put up with Snails…? He seems like he’d… be having the time… of his life…”

“To be fair, it… ain’t tho eathy… making thure that… your coltfriend won’t… go plant hith theed… in thome other… filly bethideth me…” the frizzy redhead also had gasped for some air as well, “I don’t mind thome… other maleth like… Thpike fucking me… tho really hard… but thwore that Thnailth… thould bear my foalth… not hith friendth or… that big dragon…”

“Ditto for T–Squared here… although it’s kind of… making him feel bad… that Ah am letting… ya eat me out and stuff… he’s such a nice guy…” the yellow mare had spoken back to her friend whom was having the left ear being chewed on a bit.

Twist sat up and faced Apple Bloom once again to reply, “relax, Apple Bloom: conthidering that he and Thnailth were willing enough to jack off to me cleaning your dirty puthy, it’d not have been tho thurprithing; after all, Equethtria hath a four–to–one female to male population ratio and all. The whole idea of uth being able to take one from both teamth, let alone kithing each other ith a bit too commonplace for anyone of that matter to get riled up over anyway: even the bookth I’ve read in the patht with colth rutting fillieth are thtill popular too, though the colt cuddling wath way too thpicy for my lointh; I couldn’t go an entire week without thoiling my pantieth.”

“Same here, even mah brother would go cuckoo at the mere accusation of being int’ stallions, especially since he’s been going steady…” the yellow mare had chatted warmly with her beige correspondent, “of course, him and Sugar Belle getting together wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the three of us, Sweetie, Scoots, and mahself. As a matter of fact, we’d originally planned on setting him up with our teacher Cheerilee on a Hearts and Hooves date about a couple years ago since they looked so nice together and all: at first, they’d seemed like the perfect match but they couldn’t get to the kissing in time so we went t’ Twilight t’ borrow a book on the holiday she was reading. It’d seem that the answers were all there, black and white, clear as crystal: the recipe for dating, or rather what would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that it’d led to disaster t’ a kingdom long ago; as a matter of fact, Ah can’t help mahself but t’ think what might have happened because of us.”

“I’m pretty thure you have nothing to worry about now: we were all young and I wath able to grow out of my cruth on your brother anyway; of courthe, that wath before I even met Babthie for the firtht time ath well ath you again…” Twist had replied before finishing her sentence with a salacious giggle, much to Apple Bloom’s mild disdain.

The yellow mare rolled her eyes a bit before doing a double take, spotting another pair of mares on the opposite side where Truffle and the colorful mares resided; their collective concupiscence, while no different from the one he’d gotten them to indulge or the other where she, her beige counterpart and the gilded unicorn partaken in, made the former gasped, “wow, look at ‘em go!”

Like the four females in attendance, they were also collared mares but they had some differences as the latter pair donned some multicolored tresses, red collars, and lighter coating; needless to say, it was far from unexpected. For starters, one of the two had a pinkish color scheme and tresses containing every color from the rainbow save for green whereas the other was coated in silver and bore locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up at the end. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them all residing about: only the silver mare amongst the very duo had donned some creases of fat worn right upon her rosy cheekbones. Thirdly, the pink pony in question had maintained a thinly toned figure with flanks illustrating a paintbrush at the end of a purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly with pies directly upon her very sides. In addition, the lightweight tenant in question had both irises rich with color of opals right within the owner’s very visage whereas her heavyset correspondent bore some amber waves of grain amongst the richly earthen tones.

“Oh, Too–Roo…!” the silver mare moaned loudly, laying on her stomach as she was being explored abaft by the pink pony wearing a plastic novelty around the waistline at a steady momentum, “ravage my backdoor, will you?!”

“Yes, take it, CiCi: you’re just a fat fuck who can’t resist a little game of hide and go anal, just like that skinny little shit–for–brains bookworm nearby; even though you kissed me, cocks and balls still light up your brain…!” the lightweight tenant had snarled lasciviously, pushing and pulling repetitively around the heavyset counterpart underneath the former.

Apple Bloom was almost at a loss of words, save for a few that escaped her hot and heavy lips, “is that… did she… and they–––”

“Oh come on, Apple Bloom, it ith basically an open thecret ever thince Princess Twilight publithed the journal and began teaching on the thide later on…” Twist interjected, licking her lips so greedily at their exploits, “bethideth, I heard from Kettle Corn about their relationthip theveral yearth ago when I wath pregnant with my foal, Ithy Bithy. Of courthe, theeing who they were, the whole notion of it being a rumor wath bathically redundant tho to thpeak of; it wath like I’d thaid earlier: mareth dating other mareth and the like are normal, jutht athk Lyra and Bon–Bon if you dare. Come to think of it, that mare whom been hanging around Thnipth and Thnailth a long time ago alwayth struck me ath the odd pony out: I’d thought they were uthing her ath a replacement for that thtuck up thowoff Trixie but I wath wrong; if anything, the looked like a frigid newcomer, thomething I can underthtand.”

“Me too, if anything, Ah haven’t slept with Tender Taps until Ah was fully developed a few years ago: of course, there were concerns about whether or not Ah would finally become a mare when Ah moved past grade school; could’ve sworn Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon had relapsed at our first gym class…” the yellow mare had spoken softly, looking at the windowsill near them.

Standing right next to it was an orange stallion, already looking away from the trio and at the snowfall that was still taking place outside. A moderate shade of deep purple tresses were found to be slicked back, matching his lidded eyes despite being of a different shade altogether. Like them, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, already showing off his limber but muscular frame and his wavering shaft too. Donned right over his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a big black cylinder hat standing almost against a conical spotlight.

The orange stallion sighed softly, “I remember those days as well, Apple Bloom: the first time we’ve met, it was a relief; then puberty came and we found ourselves at another impasse. Who’d ever guessed that all this began over something so powerful as a cutie mark: you were just the spark that got me out of the shadows and I was the one who got rewarded for my courage. Of course, it would seem that the passion we’d shared together would be tested again as the years had passed: although you grew taller like me, you were also the late bloomer; I was so nervous being around you because of the looks they gave me. I can even remember the glare that Granny Smith gave out on prom night: I knew that she, as well as Big Mac, meant well considering how young you still were but Big Mac had me ready to soil my underpants. But enough about that, we’re already grownups now so there’s nothing to be worried about; please come to me, Apple Bloom: the night is still young and so are we…”

“Oh, Tender…!” the eponymous lover sniggered amorously, having already taken a stand only to fall into his arms nearby the cold surface, “take me away…!”

With their eyes already accented by the blushing due to the close distance they’ve made, their respective lips joined together immediately. Now, the pair were finally growing more eager to let their muzzles and their tongues finally slip out for their very ecstatic exploration here. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to one another, neither of the participants relenting during their embrace. Devoid of trepidation, both of them had surrendered to their lustful ecstasy; of course, Tender Taps pushed himself inside of Apple Bloom. Adding to their wet and wild state, the salivation grew throughout their muzzles as soon as they had broken away from one another instantly. Sure enough, the orange stallion started grabbing onto the yellow redhead’s croup for some support, making the latter squeal contentedly.

“Apple Bloom, I’m gonna burst; what should I do…?” he’d cried only softly, slowing down gently.

The titular mare chuffed with naughty glee, “keep going; Ah want to bear our first foal together for once…!”

“Okay then…” Tender Taps talked tersely, “you asked for it…”

It didn’t take long for the orange stallion to just go on ahead and regain speed, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface area gathering from the yellow mare. Only the recent stardust memories mixed in with the sights and sounds of the beige mare having explored her friend earlier had served as aid to guide him completely. Tensed up from the fervent excursion which was being encouraged by Apple Bloom, it was but a matter of time before Tender Taps could fulfill it in its entirety overall. After a brief while in due time, the orange stallion had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and into the yellow mare’s moist undercarriage respectively.

“Mmm… look at all that spunk; even after what ya did to me earlier, ya still got it…” Apple Bloom mewed, tingling about as she’d already felt the textures within herself becoming changed thanks to him.

Tender Taps had still held onto the yellow mare tightly and called out her name ever so softly, “Apple Bloom…”

“Yes, Tender… what is it… what would ya like to do next…?” she’d sighed softly in a salaciously slurred speech, “if ya want, Ah can shower off so ya can go and redden mah high yellow flanks and eat me out as well; what do ya say…”

The orange stallion was caught off–guard only slightly before replying, “how long are you going to be…?”

“About ten minutes; of course, Ah could make it longer just for ya: mah pussy would feel just right with the warm water…” Apple Bloom had whispered about before kissing him on the left cheek slowly but surely, “besides, we still got plenty of time before we call it a night; that should be more that enough t’ try some other things too…”

“Really…?” Tender Taps told.

Giggling about, the yellow mare broke away from the orange stallion without a care, “don’t wait up…”

He’d watched as Apple Bloom slowly sashayed from himself as well as throughout the amorous crowd of ponies, her body currently a canvas of solutions accumulated from not too long ago still drying out amongst the thinned layer of wet perspiration from up to her neckline so to speak of.

Tender Taps was left alone to his own devices with Snails and Twist nearby, both still lain aside as their bodies were aligned towards one another lost in their eyes.

“Tho, Tender… at leatht it explainth what had made you tho thpecial to her…” said the beige mare already resting underneath the gilded unicorn, snapping the orange stallion out of a trance, “you’re probably wondering how we’d met too, ethpecially conthidering the fact that we haven’t theen you back when Mith Cheerilee wath teaching her clath. I didn’t alwayth have any interetht into any romance or anything thexual with other mareth, let alone with my friend, Apple Bloom: when I wath a little filly, I had made up my mind about wanting to make thome candy and whatnot; after all, it ith how I had gotten my cutie mark back then. Kind of a thame about it thince I’d found mythelf creating and thelling tho many of them, I barely had anytime outhide of clath for thome free time of my own: I thtill thought of theeing Apple Bloom again afterwardth but thometimeth her thithter tellth me the gone out with her friendth to get their own; before long, I’d nearly gave up. Of courthe, I wouldn’t blame her for avoiding me though: I remember that fateful weekend the came to my home in Ponyville knocking on the door; initially, we were both uncertain about going to Diamond Tiara’s cute–ceañera. Ath thoon ath Apple Bloom brought up the whole idea, I came out to thow her my cutie mark; in my defenthe, I didn’t intent to mock her or undermine our friendthip like thothe two had done but the thut down almotht immediately: I even thwore that the wath crying a bit on that day.”

“That’s harsh: I didn’t know she went through such problems…” Tender Taps said as Snails started pushing in and out of her slowly but surely.

As Twist started to moan in return, her lover had grunted, “I never… had such… problems… at all…”

“Mmm… right here… loverboy…” the beige mare squealed as she’d felt the gilded unicorn’s yard lodging in and out of her fork snugly, “anyway, we’d… both found… ourthelveth at… the Thugarcube… Corner where… the party… wath and the… happened to… be far from… alone though: there were… other fillieth… that came over… whom were like… APPLE BLOOM…!”

“Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle; I’ve met them a long time ago: they both seem like nice ponies…” the orange stallion had said as Snails and Twist gotten themselves into locking lips with one another without so much as a care overall.

The gilded unicorn had broken away only a minute later to reply, “I didn’t even mind them taking pictures of me and Snips all covered in bubblegum; in fact, we wanted to get back on the front page again this way…”

“I’m pretty thure you don’t mind having all the zebra cockth in your flankhole either, bitchboy!” the beige mare had snapped at her lover whom currently latched onto one of her nubbins gently, “come to think of it, we both happened to like having relationth with them and all, yet we’ve alwayth played it thafe around them; why elthe have hide and go anal been our favorite game? Of courthe, that wath way before we’d even left high thchool, let alone had our firstborn, Ithy Bithy; nevertheleth, it’d helped expand our optionth on our love life together: Thnailth even thtarted wearing a cheerleader uniform thankth to our classmate Perky Prep back in the derby dayth.”

“Now that you mention it, I wonder what he is up to now anyway…” Tender Taps spoke back as Snails suddenly let go of Twist with milk meandering about the angular muzzle.

The beige mare started to stand onto her kneecaps and heaved, “rumor hath it that Thtrawberry had caught up with him and they’d begun dating: for what it wath worth, thethe onieth haven’t even tied the knot yet nor did Perky get any therapy; but, that ith none of my concern for now…”

“Ain’t it the truth, eh…?” the gilded unicorn responded, taking the time to stand up straight with his wet prepuce held in place, “open your mouth…”

With Snails already taking aim straightaway at once, Twist was still bent down on her knees, glancing at the supersaturated shaft with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. Initially, the beige mare used her bare hands to knead the yard around playfully like a joystick; before long, she got her own tongue slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding around and about. Somewhat helplessly, all that the gilded unicorn could do was rest one of his hands on Twist’s frizzy mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she made from licking his yard.

“Whoa, look at her go: even after what happened, she’s still at it; of course, Apple Bloom did mention the pills…” the orange stallion cerebrated onward as the gilded unicorn’s gritted his teeth when the beige mare had now forwarded her very mouth in as they were currently blushing about.

Twist enjoyed the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning Snails’ prepuce even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins further to give her some more room to lick around. The gilded unicorn barely helped himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt the beige mare’s hot and heavy lips going around his shaft before nestling in between the massive bust. Now with Snails’ yard sliding throughout ‘til its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, Twist had begun squeezing both her bosoms mutually on each side of them all with such mania. The beige mare started swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue started to slip through and out below her lips before reaching the tip of the gilded unicorn’s prepuce messily. Snails started to become aroused at what Twist was trying to do, only this time his soft moaning was the only sound barely being heard in the area, memories of the past notwithstanding overall.

It wasn’t long until the sandwiching and tongue tickling around the gilded unicorn’s elongated shaft caused it to splatter across the beige mare’s very neckline and then dripped downward between the bared cleavage while commenting about hoarsely, “oh, thoot your hot cum all over my tith…!”

“UNF!” Snails had sighed loudly as he watched Twist becoming caked further with their own fluids, “fuck yeah…”

“Well, it looked like that we’ve made quite a meth together, haven’t we…?” the beige mare sniggered, her body more overwhelmed with more fluids than the likes of her fellow peer from before.

Tender Taps felt his yard pointing outwardly and stuttered quietly, “I’ll say…”

“Oh, it altho theemth that my friend’s coltfriend hath gotten hard watching uth having tho much fun; perhapth, he ith about thith clothe to jumping the gun before Apple Bloom even returnth…” Twist laughed softly as she soon stared at the orange stallion’s prepuce prior to taking a stand, “either way, I thould go and thower off already; bethideth, the might need help finithing up…”

Now, it was the beige mare’s turn to vacate the room too, apathetic to the collective thoughts of the observers around her and the very activities as well yet mindful of the other inhabitants nonetheless.

Out of many, one lone gilded mare was found to be lying down about right nearby some small furniture, her bare back facing the carpeting. Regions of raspberry and rose were found running away all throughout her tresses, two colors already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the gilded mare’s tresses were light lavender bows resting at the near end, holding them in place despite being of a smaller size. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of sea green were already widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by some larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all that she wore around her neck was a red collar; everything below it was treated like a canvas. Considering the utter lack of clothing thereof, her very body had showed off the moderate bust, miniature umbilicus, and slender undercarriage. Resting upon her flanks was a blue feathery quill writing down a black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her gaskins were clean.

Kneeling adjacently towards the gilded mare was a blue unicorn looking at her multicolored form with only but a wet paintbrush in tow. Like her, he, too, wore tresses with two differing colors but unlike shades vying for dominance, his consisted of cerulean and amber spikes. Of course, the blue unicorn was also in the altogether, already showing off his limber but athletic frame as well as the wavering shaft too. Nevertheless, another commonality they had shared were their coldly colored pupils: in his case, it was cooler, a darker shade than the coat. Donned right upon the blue unicorn’s very flanks were a rather simplistic illustration of a brown intricately tied knot in the shape of a bow tie.

“Mm… don’t stop painting me, Skee…” she’d giggled happily, both cannons pushed upward thanks to the likes of him attending to her whims.

The blue unicorn was more than happy to comply, leaving behind long broad strokes as the moist tip when close to the gilded mare’s sheath but not directly on it so to speak; the giggling refused to subside as soon as he made it this close to comfort for her to handle, writhing about in joy at the sensation of wet paint clothing the nude form.

He was aware of the many circles all over her body due to the fruits of their love’s labors, each of them wet with their illustrious sheen as they'd clung to the soft fur alongside parts of the latter’s nubbins too; with that, the former cooed, “you sure love those circles being drawn on you, don’t ya Kettle…?”

“Anything to satisfy my obsession with them; it’s what makes life so beautiful: soft curves, twists and turns, and the perfect circumference to boot…” the aforementioned tenant sighed as another swirl was being painted onto her body by her significant other, this time with a dash of the emerald splash, “such is simplicity, right Skeedaddle…?”

“Mm–hmm…” the blue unicorn gulped gently.

The gilded mare reopened her eyes to find a pair of pale ponies from long before trotting by her side and she said to them with a wave, “Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream… where are you going…? The fun is still here…”

“We know that, it’s just that we’re both going to the bathroom, it’s all…” the pinker of the twosome had said to Kettle Corn almost immediately, “nothing to be worried about, Kettle Corn…”

“Besides, I needed to rinse out my tail again: Too–Roo went in a little too hard for me to handle; granted, I didn’t mind the rough stuff but for a second, I’d thought I was gonna bleed to death…” the silver companion had elaborated slowly.

He stood up and said to them, “was it that bad…?”

“It’s nothing: Too–Roo here let me sit on her face but I was more than careful to be gentle with her; that being said, I was worried about the whole bathroom issue…” Coconut Cream chirruped carefully, “to tell you the truth, I’d been trying to work out in the past long before she and I’d ever met again during the decade since Princess Twilight’s friendship journal was published. It’s a shame that many others didn’t see the intended messages she and her friends have written down; of course, not everypony was like this: as a matter of fact, even one of the zebras came by and stood up for Fluttershy. He’d looked Zecora except he was nearly bald and wore some glasses as well as heavier clothing: anyway, he was upset about the fact that all those ponies were harassing her and defended her, talking about how much he’d related to her struggles; of course, he understood where he was coming from though…”

“Sounds like a hopeless romantic wannabe, am I right, guys…?” Toola–Roola huffed before walking away from Skeedaddle and Kettle with the silver heavyweight following after the former.

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'd 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 whom appeared, there 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: although matching the spots, his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neckline; 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 many of the mares but 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.

The two of them were locked in a loving embrace, facing one another as they kissed passionately within the mists and vapors surrounding themselves; of them, she’d only broken away from the osculation to moan, “master Pipsqueak, you’re about to peak; I regret to inform you that this is going to be true: please unload in my cheeks…”

“Hah, already…?” the titular male gasped, retracting his pulsating yard from the zebra’s fork with a profligate grin being shared as she’d lowered herself to the adjacent waist, “I guess it’d be fitting that you get a taste of my Trottingham tumescence before having a turn with Flutterbye soon, Samoa; besides, she needs our help in figuring out what she wants to do hereon out…”

“Mm–hmm…” she’d muffled, having instantaneously pressed onto the patchy pony’s prepuce preemptively.

With Samoa’s knees having already reached the wet floor, she glanced at the sodden shaft with a quiet giggle hidden deep within the precipitations around them. At first, the zebra relied on her hands to knead the yard around playfully like a joystick; before long, her tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once. With such salivation already making contact, all that which he could do was rest one of the hands on her mane to stroke and pat based on the progress she’d made. Samoa’s tongue had still freely licked Pipsqueak’s yard before slowly forwarding in her mouth deeply, taking a break to moan in a sultry tone of joint arousal. Even though the patchy pony spread his gaskins a bit further to give the zebra more room to lick around, the former barely helping himself but drool and blush. In no time whatsoever, she’d driveled on it for some significant amount of time overall right until her mouth was now finished sipping extract from his shaft.

Swallowing it whole, Samoa had finally looked up to hear Pipsqueak speak in an instant, “you’re doing great, my lovely: she’ll be loving your precious tongue twisters at the rate you’re going, that’s for sure…”

“Anything for a friend, anyone, pony and non, can depend…” the lone zebra had chuckled, slowly rising up to the occasion of regaining her stance and vacating the patchy pony’s personal space, “it’s a shame that for you males, as well as myself and the females, the night will soon come to an end…”

“All the more reason to make the most of it in our eyes; besides, Smudge Proof’s invitations were proof of that, my inquisitively dearest Samoa…” he’d cooed before kissing the aforementioned zebra once again, this with feeling as both of their faces burned brightly amidst the ardent deluge.

This time, Pipsqueak edged away from her as she spoke, “come to think of it, Flutterbye just won’t quit: although she’s eager and willing, she’s reluctant about me drilling; still, I’ll hold back a bit…”

“Obviously, you should: she’s new to the whole thing and the party is proof of it; her nethers are being soaked regardless of whichever gender…” the patchy pony prattled playfully as Samoa strutted past him without a care, “with all due respect, she’s nothing like the rest of your troop; even Do–Si–Do seems to be frigid around the idea of sex in general…”

“Just you wait, don’t underestimate: Flutterbye is lots of things but Do–Si–Do is no fling; I could help her masturbate…” the lonely zebra had said.

It wasn’t long until he was finally left alone in the dank and dire atmosphere, quickly latching onto the supersaturated coat as well as his tresses. With such lack of decibels, it’d have seemed easy for Pipsqueak alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from translating them properly. Nevertheless, the patchy pony was already embodying the will to power, despite the stationary stance as the waters nearby him had kept running. In the grand scheme of things, he was content with the turn of events that had brought him here to this very location, especially in regards to her.

Of course, Pipsqueak’s loneliness didn’t last as long as a cobalt unicorn had slowly cut into the fray gently, all covered in hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some orange blossom were found to be flowing out in a rough shape similar to the gilded correspondent earlier. Despite the cobalt unicorn’s beady pupils, there were shades of chocolate and midnight clashing together in the darkness before the dawn. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his lipid form alongside with the tumescent yard still wafting on aimlessly. Shown upon the cobalt unicorn’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of some open scissors: white hot yet cool to the touch despite textures.

For what it was worth, the patchy pony sneered about, “so tell me, Snipsy: how long were you jacking it to us…?”

“I was thinking about Babs, not you…!” the lonely heavyweight exclaimed instantaneously, “besides, feeling her on top of me as she was being eaten out by than Filly Guide did a number on my dick…”

“Ahh, Berry Munch: fine bit of crumpet in my opinion; speaking of which, it seems odd that she hasn’t cleaned you up as well when the opportunity arose…” Pipsqueak guffawed with Snips reluctantly joining into the mixture.

The cobalt unicorn blushed about and said, “anyways, Babs is expecting me and I want get some payback for making me stick my tongue into her slutty butt: anal may be my strong suit yet licking her there was crossing the line; at that rate, I thought she’d turned into Twist all of the sudden seeing that they love fucking fillies and colts as well.”

“Yeah, I heard of that nerdy little redhead: whoever thought she was capable of being into backgammon and the like; it seems that there aren’t enough cocks in the world to satisfy her…” the patchy pony purred playfully, prepuce petrifying proactively and presently presumptuously, “of course, Berry Munch happens to be three times as good, according to our friend Truffle.”

“I don’t think I want to listen another word about that cherry brunch slut any longer; besides, I want to punish my little Babsie, not cheat on her with some low hanging fruit…” Snips snapped soon enough, despite the levelheaded nuance.

Sighing about no less, Pipsqueak turned around and walked while saying, “I understand, can’t keep you waiting any longer with your fillyfriend wondering when in the world are you coming out of the shower; besides, I might pass the time by relaxing in the bath: helps me rejuvenate my muscles while Samoa and Flutterbye have some fun times with each other alone.”

“Those two, but aren’t they mares…?” the heavyset unicorn gasped at the patchy pony instantly, “besides she sounds like Fluttershy’s long lost relative…”

“Quite the contrary: she happens to have a small family, but so do everypony else; besides, there have been rumors she’s been sleeping with somepony else currently, but enough about that…” Pipsqueak replied with a gentle wave of his hand.

Snips found himself lost in the haze as he felt tempted to follow his lighter counterpart; however, the former had gotten occupied with his shaft. Gripping it tightly, the cobalt unicorn slid the fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with the warm water and soap bubbles to aid the camp. He was soon to gain momentum as he started thrusting forward and back gently so as to avoid falling onto his back due to the slippery tiles. Backed into a nearby corner, Snips was now free to increase his pleasure, furiously rubbing his moist yard without a care for time and space. The perspiration and precipitation over the face did little, if at all, to dissuade the cobalt unicorn from his endeavor, still at the singular control. His chubby cheeks turned red like apples and not just on the face, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition right away.

It wasn’t long until the very sensation within the tumescent prepuce grown heightened enough for Snips to groan ever so loudly, “OH, BABSIE…!”

At long last, the cobalt unicorn was satisfied: his creamy fluid escaping into the achromatic solution beneath as it suddenly went down the drain while the nerves and stamina in the whole body finally regained control almost immediately; needless to say, he was more than happy to take on the whole world, or, in the very least, the mare of his dreams bearing the nomenclature.

Bravehearted Butterscotch Backgammon

Author's Note

Anyways, though My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the following guests appearing in here are from somewhere else: Do–Si–Do and Samoa belong to ArtAnon; Morty is from Rick and Morty; Parkton, Chantilly, Oxbow, Primrose, Meadowlark, Spokane, Cat Psy, Gallant, Harken, Flicker, and Terrain are based on the characters from Code Geass.

Bravehearted Butterscotch Backgammon

The wonders of the environment itself were no different from the one before it: white hot, bright lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few dozen occupants. That being said, even that very room alone had 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 can be seen, 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 earlier, not only a vast majority of them in there were already in the altogether, the many mares found in attendance had worn some collars around their neck; of course, all of them were now found in various poses imaginable. Aside from the moaning, groaning, and squealing, a composite series of strings and percussion with blaring bass tones played about from a phonograph with brief flashes of color streaking the clear–cut shapes in such 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 covering up 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 silk red blouse, and a broad jet black corselette. The white unicorn also had some inorganic material integrating with her body: prosthetic hands and hooves were 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.

“Do me: ream your trouser snake into me…!” the white unicorn heaved, grooving to the lights and sounds in such controlled gyration.

Her request was unheeded yet the sentiment she’d embodied was clear; after all, there were two other ponies whom were residing near one corner of the room where the windows displayed the snowstorm. The regular twosome was alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessing several commonalities: dark coating, coldly colored irises, warm tresses, and an illustrious demeanor donned upon their very faces.

Of course, they’d some significant differences, save for the heated sweating bodies displaying their contrasting chests as both of them were mutually inverted. For starters, the stallion residing underneath was covered in a chocolate disco while the mare on top of him was bearing a lighter shading of orange with freckles. Secondment, the former was a blond wearing his bright mane freely whereas the latter was a ginger with her twin tails already bound by the burgundy bands. Thirdly, he was the only one to be completely nude with only a bowl of colorful ice cream on the flanks but she was covered up in a shoddily modest black dress. Out of the two in heat, the brown stallion bore eyes of baby blue bombarded with tenacity while the orange made had jade orbs clouded with some licentiousness. The blonde was sharing some great musculature overall but the lanky ginger had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of his body despite being above him. Another crucially important detail that had sat her apart from the others weren’t the open clothes themselves but a matching collar worn right around her neckline.

The orange mare was mollycoddling the brown stallion’s prepuce playfully, using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he was aroused and stuck out his tongue into her sheath almost immediately with full awareness of it all. The lanky ginger swayed her waist reactively, jouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning loudly in delight while fondling the base before deciding to do the same to the blond’s shaft, forwarding the hot and heavy lips. Each time he’d felt her slurping and licking what would’ve been exorcised from his unyielding yard, it’d started to get harder and he’d started licking sharply inside the adjacent undercarriage, his hands now grasped onto her rippling flanks. Since the brown stallion’s tongue was intertwined with the orange mare’s fork and vice versa with the prepuce, the instantaneous aria of lust was stifled by their muzzles delivering pleasure to one another as well as the fruits of their labors. Soon, both equines had started transferring so much stimulating elation between themselves quickly, it would seem they would be able to get their wishes; of course, only the blond got more out of the ordeal the lanky ginger put him through.

Still bent over, he’d gently stretched her fundament wide and moaned hoarsely, “please stay right there; I’m not done…”

“Hah… I know you aren’t; besides, it’s not enough that I had to fuck your flank hole fast…!” the orange mare had yowled before looking right back at the brown stallion expectantly, “it’s always the empty–headed loser fudge packers jacking it to Hinny of the Hills in public restrooms; of course, even Tag–A–Long can’t resist having some other pony put their tongue inside her plot!”

True to the lanky ginger’s words, two other ponies were also nearby, albeit on the opposite side: like them, they, too were alike in fair dignity with their own commonalities; still, there were some significant differences. For starters, the other stallion residing up in front of the orange mare’s line of eyesight was a lone peachy pegasus kneeling about whereas the other mare standing up afore himself was but a bright creamy denizen here. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane all straightened and rounded into a circle whereas the latter, another ginger, possessed two different shades of the same color freed from whatever kind of binding. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sedimentary stony sundials on both of his flanks whereas the creamy mare just simply possessed some gilded stencils of a featureless equine’s monochromatic silhouette. Out of the two in heat, the brunet bore eyes of baby blue lidded with concupiscence as they were directed at the adjacent croup while the smaller ginger had jade orbs clouded with licentiousness underlined with some freckles. The peachy pegasus was sharing the same scrawny figure as the lanky ginger, lacking compared to her lover; of course, the creamy mare also had a vast and bantam bosoms rivaling that of her counterpart, not that she cared. Another crucially important detail that had sat the very ginger apart from both the brunet and the orange mare as well was a ruby red collar worn right around her neck, the only thing that the former had bothered to wear.

“Mm… right there, Morty: don’t stop yet…!” the creamy mare moaned as the titular stallion lapped at her fundament with little hesitation.

The brunet had jutted into the small ginger’s flanks, sending tingles throughout her body as she shut both of her own eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans in response. She’d reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that he’d held onto her croup firmly in his grasp, the muzzle buried in at once running roundabout. Morty still latched at the creamy mare despite stopping to lap at the adjacent sheath underneath, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back and forth. Salivation curled down from the corner of the small ginger’s lips with the very sensation of the peachy pegasus’ exploration had gave way to hunger and thirst so to speak. In the meantime, he’d stretched her fundament wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to collapse slowly onto the orange carpeting and moan loudly. The creamy mare had started gurgling about at the thought of wishing that she would’ve done more to support her body for the sake of adventurous Morty abaft herself. The small ginger attempted to reach down to her wet undercarriage and started furbishing it rhythmically as the peachy pegasus started permeating throughout at once.

She’d cried out once more with feeling as his saliva was dripping down all throughout the abyss with warmth now enveloping him within those folds, feeling the subzero salivation now inside her very flanks altogether where he’d mumbled, “ohh…”

“Don’t fret, Morty… you’re almost…!” the creamy mare heaved in encouragement, prompting the aforementioned brunet to lick deep inside of her: appetizing as it were, however, dryness sat in, forcing him to relent, release, and retract; now, his tongue filled in both contents with saliva in after breaking away all so reluctantly, “hmm… already out…? You were doing so well…”

“Sorry, Tag–A–Long: I didn’t mean to give up so soon…” the peachy pegasus stuttered about to her.

Turning around, the eponymous mare faced him with a smirk and replied, “I know… I’m just glad you’ve learned from the past; at this rate, I know you’re more than ready to put your cock through my backdoor. Besides, all these swirls you’ve been making there was getting me hotter and wetter every second you’re near me; consider this invitation compensation for pegging you.”

“You really mean it; but, are you worried about what I might do to you…?” the peachy pegasus stuttered about before being stopped by the small ginger’s finger resting onto his lips, “I’m not even wearing any–––”

“Just please fuck me rotten already: I don’t mind the rough stuff either way; besides, the first time we did it, I made you wear a condom…!” she’d snapped, returning to plant her very hands onto the orange carpeting for him to face her croup again, this time at a lower level than earlier ago.

Morty now rested his hands onto Tag–A–Long’s fundament, stretching them wide prior to plunging his shaft into them through slowly and progressively; he was at a loss of words before ruminating, “fuck…!”

Needless to say, the creamy mare was now feeling more pleasure each time the peachy pegasus slowly rubbed against her while sliding his yard in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in synchronicity. Some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from her lips again with added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness as jolts traveled up her spine while the friction started growing between themselves. Even he could barely help himself, grunts, pants, and moans escaping from him as well every time his thrusting prepuce punctured throughout Tag–A–Long’s flanks, causing herself to go wriggle forward and back in response. Morty was still grasping onto the creamy mare tightly, gaining some momentum as they couldn’t help to enjoy every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: every move having their coats rubbing off of each other. Even in the hot and heavy atmosphere such as this, the two equines were still in a touching grip, collective perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they’d moaned. She’d currently actively pushed two of her fingers inside of her sheath as the peachy pegasus’ continuous efforts gotten her to a highpoint closely with such excitement just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were at ease. Tag–A–Long couldn’t even take it any longer as she yelled out at the peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the moist fork; at the same time, he’d plunged inside her croup and felt himself doing the same. Of course, the very memory of Morty’s lapping at the creamy mare’s fundament was more than enough to remind himself ostensibly how they were still in control of themselves, having been swept up in the sea of concupiscence.

“Hah…!” she’d heaved while breaking away from the peachy pegasus, collapsing exhaustively onto the floor completely with little warning whatsoever as some extract escaped from her flanks, “oh, Morty… you’re so bad… but I like it…”

“Are you alright…?” the titular brunet asked Tag–A–Long.

Despite being a wore down, the creamy mare had rolled over and reply, “of course, I’ve not got a care in the world…!”

“Should I get you something, though: some food, punch, anything…?” Morty asked her, slowly crawling over to her side to watch her sweating about, “we can still keep going if you want, Tag–A–Long…”

“Just some oats, nothing more…” the aforementioned ginger had said, already reaching for her tacky undercarriage below the waistline.

The peachy pegasus nodded, taking a stand so as to walk away from the supine creamy mare the second he’d found a table of foodstuff in full view; as he did so, his hooves had trotted past another pair of mismatched ponies whom were already too entrenched in their shared lusts to care for him: Snips currently abaft Babs at once.

It was at this very point the bronze redhead rested on the cobalt unicorn’s waist, his yard lodged within her croup as she bounced up and down from there while he groped the former’s bust snickering, “yeah… take it, you dirty whore: you’re just a greedy pony who likes taking large cocks in your slutty butt; there aren’t enough things in the world to satisfy the likes of you…!”

“I know… and I love it…!” Babs moaned about as the fringe of her fundament had clenched about from the fat ginger’s prepuce inside it, “master Snips… I beg you… please shove your… white hot seed… into my… big fat plot hole…!”

“NGH…!” the eponymous stallion chuffed about immediately, resting underneath the bronze redhead as she’d followed suit from above him.

A wry smirk was now etched into Babs whom turned to the cobalt unicorn and said to him, “mm… danks for unloading into my flanks, master…”

“I only did it… because you were… too damn slow at… licking my cock…” the fat ginger had struggled speaking to the bronze redhead before finding the confidence to continue onward, “besides… this was payback… for making me… toss your salad… earlier, whore… of course, I made… sure you would go… and enjoy it…”

“Hello there, is it okay if we join you…?” another feminine voice cut into the fold, bringing the amorous duo out of their solitary gaze at once.

Two more mares were now easily found joining both Snips and Babs alike: it was Samoa and another pegasus; unlike the latter, the former was obviously in dire need of an introduction. For what it was worth, the equine standing next to the lone zebra had a much more solid color, more organic than of the bronze redhead with the former’s brilliant tangelo painting the coat. In addition, the fruity pegasus had straight long hair just like Apple Bloom, albeit with a color scheme reminiscent of the entire spectrum in each tresses save for that of the sosaid food. Around those luxurious pupils were circles of cornflower were already widened with a coy smile as they’d been both offset by some blushing about, directed at the supine mismatched pair. In regards to the fruity pegasus’ attire, all that she’d worn right roundabout her neck was a black collar; her very body showing off a petite cleavage, miniature umbilicus, and slender sheath. Resting here over upon her very flanks was but a small flutter of several lepidopterans, each of themselves all colored in a royal shade reminiscent of the majestically purple mountainsides.

Babs asked them both, “who are you two gals…?”

“Hello there, I’m Flutterbye from Cloudsdale: I’m training to be in the next generation of the Wonderbolts…!” the fruity pegasus introduced herself to them almost immediately, “what is your name…?”

“I’m Babs and dis is my master, Snips…” the bronze redhead panted about with a smile on her face.

Samoa soon jumped into the conversation at once, “Samoa is my name: although I’m a dame, my body’s like a boy but I’m nopony’s toy; it’s all just the same…”

“Another tranny, huh…?” Babs sniggered, eyeing the blue collar already worn around the lone zebra’s neckline matching the plastic protuberance over the waistline underneath, “at least, your boobs are all dere; it’s a shame dat cousin is let one of them fuck her rotten like she was Big Mac…”

“I can assure you, this is true: I’m straight as an arrow yet opened to filly fellows; besides, trans ponies aren’t new…!” Samoa soon slightly snapped so suddenly, sending some chills settling somewhere within the listener’s spine speedily, “anyways, what brings you here at this time of year: you seemed so tired with the life your mate sired; why did he copulate you in the rear…?”

“To punish me, of course, but I like it whenever he shove his huge horse cock into my fat freckly flanks; besides, dat’s not the only ding I like to do whenever it cums down to some secret butt fun: just earlier, I had him and one of the Filly Guides in your troop eat me out like crazy…” the bronze redhead had answered the lone zebra.

The rainbow–haired observer soon chimed in, “that’s exactly what master Pipsqueak did to me also; of course, I haven’t felt his tongue in my behind yet. That’s where Samoa comes in: we basically share her services; in my case, she helps me get acquainted with improving myself when it comes to sex. To tell you the truth, I’ve been so used to training for the Wonderbolts, I never had any time whatsoever to pursue any interest in relationships, let alone the opposite sex. Granted, the risks alone were just a reason as to why I never did it; after all, where else do babies come from…?”

“Not from a stone, I tells ya what…” Babs said with a smirk, finding the strength to roll off of the cobalt unicorn’s body at once, “besides, it’s part of the fun: anal is so much more relaxing compare to traditional intercourse; Apple Bloom barely does it but Twist is a pro at it. She even let me eat her out once upon a time long ago: dat geek said she wanted to get a taste of my cousin ever since we grew into puberty yet she was so frigid; to be fair, though, a decade ago was too long of a time for us to start bonding.”

“Speaking of which, it seems you still have an itch…” Samoa had spoken back to the bronze redhead, patting the surface of her artificial appendage, “perhaps I can scratch it, in this case, maybe where you sit with my toy I can pitch…”

“What do you dink, master: still dink I oughta get punished…?” Babs asked Snips almost immediately, turning to him right at once.

Sitting up straightaway, the cobalt unicorn replied to the bronze redhead gruffly, “only if you help clean my magic dick until it’s nice and ready to go again; besides, I still haven’t gotten over you having me lick your plot hole earlier…”

It didn’t take long for the mismatched pair to get into position: Snips already kneeling about as Babs lowered herself towards his shaft at a stationary crawl; in addition, the lone zebra soon joined in directly abaft of the latter. Sure enough, the bronze redhead was being occupied by both ponies so to speak of: the cobalt unicorn grabbed her by the tresses whereas Samoa planted palms onto the croup up in front where he’d unloaded himself into. Though different from one another, Babs was in no position to complain so far; in fact, she was starting to like where this is going: in her mind, she was at ease with being the center of attention thanks to them working together.

“Wow… look at her go…!” Flutterbye had exclaimed, standing alongside her grounded counterparts whom were already going at each other in synchronicity, “she must have had so much time to herself for all that, letting herself become entered by both ponies and one of them wearing a sex toy so to speak…”

“Actually, to be honest, we have been dating since high school: Babsie just loves it whenever I fuck the floundering fuck out of her; isn’t that right, my little cumslut…?” Snips elaborated, looking down on the bronze redhead who cooed concomitantly in a carefully constructed compliance.

The lone zebra chimed into the fray, pushing and pulling out of Babs’ fundament rapidly with the cobalt unicorn’s extract already acting as a key ingredient in tribology, “it seems that she loves this bit, this phallus I’m using to rit herself in her heavyset hindquarters like I’m using two mortars; at least she’d stopped being a hypocrite…”

“I know, right…?” Snips sighed softly as the bronze redhead still lapped at his yard with ease, “to be honest, though, I’d heard that my friend Snails likes to dress up in fillies’ clothing: he says it’s to make his fillyfriend Twist happy and whatnot but it’s nothing new; still can’t get the colthood memory of us two in drag. Still, I don’t do him and he doesn’t do me: I don’t care what ponies think they would have read about us; just don’t believe those deviant art things, that’s ridiculous…!”

“It’s not something anyone in Ponyville would post on the Foal Free Press, not with it being appropriate for school and all…” Flutterbye had answered as an achromatic liquid escaped from between her gaskins at the sight of their collective concupiscence.

Babs moaned as Samoa started slamming back into her, this time in the former’s fluid fork firmly, “oh, fuck… that’s why Berry calls it so…!”

“Then, I take that you’re already hungering for some more of my cum; of course, you’d cleaned me out just a few seconds ago but don’t fret about it: this little zebra behind you was able to get most of it onto her big blue dildo of hers…” the cobalt unicorn spoke to the bronze redhead as he and the lone zebra pulled away from their target at once, “turn around and face her already…!”

“Yes, master…” Babs exhaled, paying heed to Snips’ order as she’d found herself facing the novelty Samoa still wore; compared to his prepuce, the latter female’s plastic protuberance maintained its tumescent form with the combined liquids of the two lovers up in front of its owner, something the former was firmly aware of presently so to speak at this moment in time.

Nevertheless, it was more of the same for the trio, the bronze redhead being occupied by both ponies, albeit in a different placement yet still the center of attention with the fruity pegasus still watching them with intrigue.

Flutterbye was now running her hands across the undercarriage as she’d said to them, “now that I think about it, how did you two meet each other…?”

“Oh, us…?” the cobalt unicorn stuttered as he’d entered Babs’ sheath gently, aware of the state it was in thanks to the combine efforts of both himself and the lone zebra from before respectively, “me and Babsie met about a few years ago at this pool party Silver Spoon invited us, Snails, and Twist too; oddly enough, she’d never showed up yet when we’d both met at the very beginning. Anyways, this was the first time we’d ever seen each other… and the first time we’d ever fucked together: to be honest, she started giving me a blowjob while we were in the pool; sure enough, Babs took me for a ride and began to drain me in the nude…”

“Your lover is quite brave enough to have you thraved: such a lust for your dick must have helped the romance grow and stick because of what she’d craved…” Samoa chuckled as she was currently patting the aforementioned peer’s mane without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

Snips sped up his momentum yet remained mindful of the two mares in front of him directly, driving his shaft into Babs’ fork while she secreted some salivation from her wet lips up and down the length of the lone zebra’s synthetic appendage before taking in a small breath of fresh air before the next plunge. After a few minutes had passed, the excess fluid from before was replaced with that of the bronze redhead alone, reverting back to the colors shared by Samoa’s novelty, albeit with some trace amounts of the liquid coated by the cobalt unicorn left abandoned so sloppily it turned into an adhesive solution itself. Needless to say, the sheer experience Babs was compelled to endure made her embrace the best of both worlds she was in, taking as much time liked to get the remnants off of the lone zebra’s protruding protuberance with the tongue due to its texture getting the former in the groove with only Snips following suit.

The fruity pegasus was so caught up in watching the three’s performance afore her very eyes she’d ejaculated, “PIPSQUEAK…!”

“Madame Flutterbye, your whispering eye…!” Samoa exclaimed, breaking the other two ponies nearby herself out of the motions as she looked downward at the hooves belonging to the titular onlooker wading in the growing puddle; of course, the former smiled at the latter, “it seems that you were so eager, despite being so meager; would you like to try…?”

“Yes, Samoa…” the fruity pegasus had exhaled gayly, blushing about without any shame to speak of.

Breaking away from the appendage, the bronze redhead smirked at Flutterbye and said immediately, “well, son of a bitch, cum on in: besides, it’s been a while since master Snips came in me lately; speaking of which, if you’re really good at kiss and tell, den I can let you eat me out dis time around. It’s been a long time since I had either pony doing so and you seemed to be so willing to do so; I only hope dat his seed is still ready when you get drough ‘cause I’m eager to serve somepony some delicious hot cross buns to either mare or stallion, courtesy of him of course…!”

“Hot cross buns…?” the fruity pegasus squeaked out at once, almost at a loss for words at Babs’ declaration while sweating about, “but we have plenty of food on the table in here…”

“My little slut isn’t referring to the food, though I am feeling hungry; that being said, she’s right on target about me nearly ready to cum inside her again: although, her cunt is more than hot and ready for me to stick it in…” the eponymous stallion grunted gruffly as the lonely zebra backed away from the bronze redhead they had both been exploring earlier.

It didn’t take long for Flutterbye to join in and face Babs, matching the same position as Samoa planted the novelty into the former mare’s croup gently. Face–to–face at once, the two mismatched mares in the middle were blushing about before their tongues slipped out and made contact with each other. Both of them had already sensed the tumescence shoved into the loins by the other ponies, recoiling about while locking lips with one another too. The fact both the unicorn and zebra lodged within their respective targets made the two more hot and bothered than before feeling flanks contract at once. Of the two, the fruity pegasus was relieved to find that her croup had maintained a tighter grip, each passing thrust throughout stirring with momentum. Snips had paused for a moment to savor the feeling of the bronze redhead’s muscles within her undercarriage and the very solution produced the latter. Needless to say, the cobalt unicorn started slamming into Babs as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relaxed anyway with Flutterbye up in front. He’d pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to the bronze redhead in a steady pattern until she broke away from the osculation.

Babs took the time to speak hoarsely as Snips shoved himself internally, “dammit, I miss being a filly again… Oh, fuck… oh, fuck… OH, FUCK… Where do you want it, master…? WHERE DO YOU WANT IT?!”

“You know the answer to that…!” the cobalt unicorn’s roared after feeling his yard shoot into the bronze redhead thanks to her wet sheath and the prior sensation of unloading right above the current area in question; this made the latter moan alongside him before collapsing with a moist pop, “how was it, little bitch; pleased to find that my cock was to your cunt’s liking…?”

“Mm–hmm…” Babs exhaled with a smile.

Samoa also broke away from the fruity pegasus and sighed, “are you ready for this, my little priss: your window of opportunity is here before you and me; will you go beyond a kiss…?”

“Well, I don’t see any reason why not: these two ponies look happy enough for one another; besides, even Babs enjoyed your company…” Flutterbye answered the lone zebra before giving away a brief kiss; this made the latter blush as the former went abaft of the bronze redhead at once, “she’s all yours again; go get her, Sammy…”

Needless to say, Samoa found herself already locking lips with Babs instantaneously; of course, it wasn’t like they were going to be on their lonesome since the fruity pegasus already joined in. The fact that Flutterbye was now lapping into the bronze redhead’s fundament left the latter wincing in pleasure as the former’s dirty deed synced up with the lone zebra being straddled on. Babs moved downward and zeroed in onto Samoa’s bosoms, the former’s tongue slipping out from the wet hot lips before making contact with the latter’s nubbins rather gently at first overall. Sure enough, the fruity pegasus refused to be parted from the extract left behind by Snips even as his hands rested onto the sodden prepuce, already patting about in the three mares afore himself. In the meantime, the lone zebra focused her eyes onto the ceiling as the bronze redhead started licking them both at once, increasing the ecstasy in little to no time due to the new oral fixation. All the constant attention Babs had received was no different from before save for her partners’ identities: Flutterbye was most eager for what Snips gave the former not too long of a time ago. Samoa never even cared in the very slightest as her bust was currently in the bronze redhead’s mouth, giving the latter some flavor to the otherwise barely saline flavor from their perspiration. Reluctantly, the lonely zebra surrendered all control as both of the mares piled on top of her: Babs now directly occupied the appendage while the fruity pegasus gone after the loins as well. Finally, as Flutterbye soon cleaned the bronze redhead out, the latter broke away from Samoa with a mouthful of milk from the bust at once, happy to have been right at the center of attention.

“Fuck, you know, I was wrong about you and your fillyfriend; I’m pretty sure you’ll make somepony happy one day…” said Babs, gasping for oxygen as she’d rolled off of the lonely zebra.

Samoa turned to face the bronze redhead with a grin, “to you, it was a pleasure to be at our complete leisure: with this here place to try, as well as myself and Flutterbye, we’ve all made memories to treasure…”

“It’s no wonder why my cousin has been hanging with that Zecora mare: I wonder if all zebras are like that; then again, I could be wrong…” Babs cerebrated, listening to the newly changed music as well as the moans and groans thereof, “anyways, you might need to get out of the way; loverboy’s about to start shooting again…”

It didn’t take long for the cobalt unicorn to just go on ahead and pat his shaft fervently, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface area. Only recent stardust memories mixed in with the sights and sounds of the bronze redhead being explored by both pegasus and zebra aided him. Tensed up from the vigorous excursion which was in tune with the bronze redhead’s sufferance, it was a matter of time before Snips could do so. After a brief while in due time, the cobalt unicorn had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and onto Babs’ bared body respectively.

“Your coltfriend really loves it, doesn’t he…?” Flutterbye peeped as she watched the bronze redhead become stained with his solution.

Babs nodded, licking some of it away with a purr, “yeah… that’s why I’d stayed with his fat body: too quick to nut yet happy with my butt…”

For what it was worth, the yarns that was being spun was almost at an end, all for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether so to speak of. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve fallen asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there was still a noticeable majority having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

As of this very moment, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath them all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such faint beige, already contrasted by the creamy orange ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit in a rectangular shape that was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings.

Parkton, Chantilly, and Oxbow were present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks; of course, they weren’t the only ones. About four more gingers were also lounging about in the water without so much as a care, each wearing a red collar; of them, a silver unicorn resided next to a brown deer with a blue collar. There was also another pegasus in there, a dark red one with even darker tresses of green sitting at the corner, staring out into the room with her indigo prophecy being shown amongst the mist. The only one whom had been more high and dry than the nonet, a pink lioness had wore a blue collar matching her very big bright eyes as she was lying about neighboring a steely wheelchair.

The buxom blonde was the first to speak up, “sorry about earlier: I tried to make things easier but it never went anywhere.”

“Don’t worry, Bow…” the pink unicorn stuttered about while blushing, “you didn’t do anything wrong…”

“After all, even I was starting to get tired all of the sudden; not even a cup of iced coffee would do…” Oxbow said prior to yawning about.

The green pegasus whimpered about to little end, “well, I guess it’s alright but, why take a bath again…? I was just in the shower after all…”

“Well this is just the sort of an informal gathering, a little kiss and tell in the flesh so to speak; besides, if you’ve gone home wearing Lantern’s wool, then there’s at least one individual who’d be very worried about it…” the buxom blonde explained herself to Parkton at once before glancing at the pink unicorn, “right, Chantilly…?”

“Madame President, don’t go bringing that up; although now that I think about it, Red has been acting a bit aloof ever since we got to Equestria; as a matter of fact, they have been having problems with all the invaders coming here to cause trouble…” the aforementioned ginger responded.

The green pegasus then said, “ohh, I thought that was kind of strange; it’s really obvious how he’s been treated since we’d arrived and the like: wasn’t there like some sorcerer like him from the past millennia or something…?”

“Only one… some ram named Grogar: from what I’d heard, he’d only existed in the storybooks as a villain or so it seems; no one else has confirmed the verity of those claims at first…” Oxbow answered at once, still maintaining a cheery mood as she was edging towards the pink unicorn, “that must make it hard for certain people to even look at him the same way as we do, huh…?”

“Why are you looking at me when you say that?!” Chantilly cried out, almost falling into the pool of water.

Standing upwardly, the buxom blonde licked her lips and hummed, “with that killer body, you’re such eye candy, Chantilly: you should just hit him in the face like ‘va–va–voing!’ Shouldn’t it…?”

“Could you not look at me like that?!” the pink unicorn squealed as she’d covered her bust, “this maybe a party yet I’m in not mood for this…”

“Oh come on, it’s no big deal…” Oxbow chimed.

Chantilly protested, “yes it is; anyway, you’re the mare with the well–built proportions, aren’t you…?”

“Oh, am I…?” the buxom blonde blurted out as she’d rose from her station, instantaneously showing off the saturated form for the others to see, “Parkton seems to be working out more and getting a steady diet of calcium and estrogen…”

“Not at all; I haven’t been on a diet since months ago…” the titular redhead protested, shielding her big blue eyes from the sight of it all.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the ten to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside; now, it would seem that there were three more ponies joining into the fray: Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream, and Tails in the altogether.

The highlighted redhead was unperturbed to say the least, not even the lone lioness lounging about raised the former’s heartbeat before speaking calmly, “so I take that the party in question was to your liking…”

“Hmm…” a lone voice squeaked, belonging to the hind next to the alert ginger, “who are you…?”

“I’m Tails, I came from Ponyville with my friends, Snips and Snails; you must be Meadowlark, am I right…?” the eponymous mare answered.

Turning to face the highlighted redhead, the aforementioned listener spoke back to the former, “who told you that… my big brother…?”

“Actually, it was Sweetie Belle, one of the Crusaders I’d met earlier; she’d mentioned that you were wearing a blue collar like mines back then…” Tails said as she was now moving right towards the two occupants in the achromatic liquid, “I didn’t know you and that lioness were also special…”

“My sister is, but I’m not: the name’s Spokane by the way; I know it’s extremely odd that we as well as Lantern are related to some extent but I can even assure you that I mean no harm whatsoever…” the pink lioness jumped into the conversation right away, catching the highlighted redhead off–guard.

Tails couldn’t help herself but swore to remember the short–term memory of the recent conversation, taking refuge in her own mind as she’d ruminated about, “those three guests are all related: hippogriffs and hippocamps I can understand but how is that even possible, especially with that lioness?! Even these kinds as well as the griffins and minotaurs themselves would have been more pleasing to the eye, if not logical to say the least.”

“So what brings you here to Rosemound, Tails…?” the lone deer asked even though both eyes had remained closed compared to the observer, “you seemed so nervous about being at this party…”

“I’m sorry, this was my first time going here too…” Tails replied instantaneously, looking away from the other inhabitants slowly.

The pink pony also started to pitch in at once, “she’s not alone; of course, who else isn’t…? Anyways, my friend and I have noticed there are twice enough of the guests wearing blue collars than there were ponies wearing purple collars, if at all: we, as well as Tails, came across one unicorn wearing on earlier along with some other clothes too and was wondering what it was about…”

“Oh, you mean Cat Psy…?” the lean ginger nearby Meadowlark sputtered about, swimming over to face Toola–Roola immediately with red hot orbs, “perhaps, it would be best that we introduce ourselves, especially since this is what little big president had said before: I’m Gallant Horizon and those three besides Chantilly are Harken, Flicker, and Terrain; the five of us are Mavericks. We’re basically mercenaries with a special set of skills but no place left to go but some flophouse to call home, not that we ever had any to begin with for the most part: I had a sister once but she’s not here any more; of course, it had been overlong since that day our house was no longer standing so to speak…”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” the silver heavyweight gasped for air at the sound of it.

The silver unicorn reassured Coconut Cream anyway, “it’s nothing really… if anything, these comrades, as well as my lady–in–waiting, have been more like family to me ever since, despite our differences…”

“That’s nice…” Tails sighed, “what are you guys going to do now? They said that the snow won’t stop until later on overnight…”

“What do you think we’re going to do; didn’t the invite say that it was going to be all night long…?” Oxbow sniggered hopefully about.

The highlighted redhead sweated about, peeping profoundly, “of course; it’s not like it was written in old Ponish or something Poplar…”

“What’s wrong with you; is something the matter: where’s your special somepony or somebody of your liking…?” the buxom blonde asked Tails gently with a tiny hint of suspicion, “you seem to be a little down and out; maybe I can help…”

“Sorry, it’s just that I had to witness my friends, Snips and Snails, having sex with their lovers, especially Snips since his fillyfriend, Babs, had been running him ragged and letting other fillies jumping in after her; as a matter of fact, I remember her making out with his friend’s fillyfriend Twist when we were all in the shower earlier…” the highlighted redhead answered back at once.

Oxbow was unperturbed and chuckled, “so that what it is about: did you enjoy watching these two fillies kissing and telling earlier; got a rise out of it…”

“Not at all: as a matter of fact, as soon as they’d started to, I’d looked away from them immediately, even though we were already naked in the shower; to be honest, I’d actually thought Babs did this as a joke…” Tails shot back in the hot, heavy atmosphere, “it didn’t cross my mind that they would swing both ways, let alone one of them being into rough sex overall. Of course, what had happened next made me out to be a hypocrite to say the least: I’d came across these two other mares doing it right in front of me and before long, I’d started pleasuring myself to them; I’d never felt so ashamed in my lifetime for doing that so to speak.”

“Don’t be: touching yourself is good; even Primrose knows that too…” the buxom blonde chirped, earning a sound gasp from the lone deer.

The green pegasus watched as her complementary counterpart exclaimed, “that’s not true; it’s road spit, if you ask me…!”

“Oh, don’t you deny it: even though the fluids were gone, I could smell the deed you’d done the night before; it was all there, black and white, clear as crystal…” Oxbow said proudly, turning her gaze at the red pegasus in the corner whom was flabbergasted to say the least, “for what it was worth, you were kind of sloppy, Primrose…”

“Okay, that was way too close to home, madame president…!” the titular tenant shrieked, splashing about frantically.

The highlighted redhead giggled about while silently ruminating to herself, “tell me about it; what a pain indeed: I came to this party only because my two friends were going but even I was caught off–guard by what would ensue, especially with my behavior. It’s a good thing that it was invite only; otherwise, we’d be totes screwing to say the least: if what happened at Ponyville long ago was any indication, then what’s to say it won’t happen again…?”

Soon, the heat of the moment was spiced up with laughter, even despite the surface tension therein that was lacking so to speak of currently.

Harvested Gold Farming

Author's Note

Anyways, though My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro as Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still belong to Smudge Proof, the following characters at the end are based on the main cast of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Goodfellow, Goodshow, Aidan, and Cockaigne.

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 month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I've plenty more to write about this year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough.

Harvested Gold Farming

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.

Out of the many, there were only two pegasi who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance although possessing certain commonalities: dark coating, cold eyes, and a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves so to speak. For starters, one was a lone silver stallion was found to be standing upright with his more lipid form reminiscent of Truffle; the other was an indigo mare towering over him by a few inches right nearby a windowsill, athletic but curvaceous leaning up against the wall with her bare back. While a set of long golden locks were found making its very way to the nape of the neck in a solid color already being weighed down by moisture, she donned blue and violet tresses making their way all throughout her back, clashing against each other in a pointless quest for dominance. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside the silver stallion whose face faltered about whereas a rich shade of light cornflower were held back by the indigo mare herself alongside with a winning smile that held firm enough to provide reassurance. Of the two mismatched pegasi in question, her only article of clothing was found upon the very neckline: a lone red collar speaking more loudly than what their tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve daresay, not that he minded in the very least, despite his minimalistic hesitations. Slathered right upon the silver stallion’s flanks were a set of hot pink drapery lined with some white zigzags thin like bits of string holding them together; the indigo mare wore yellow shining suns with a welcoming face as well as hands holding scoops filled to the brim with many raisins.

“You okay, Cloudy…?” she spoke to him.

The eponymous pegasus nodded and replied to the indigo counterpart, “I’m ready, I’ll try to make this count, Hyacinth…”

“You don’t have to prove yourself to be the enduring; I want you to enjoy yourself like everypony else here…” she’d sighed softly, sauntering slowly to him simplistically so to speak of before sinking herself down to his level, “besides, if you want to, then we can cuddle up for the night; we have no place to go ‘til morning…”

In spite of their differences, open their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces maintained a close distance with one another. As the two had finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while Cloudy’s trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves upon the lemony carpeting underneath them: Hyacinth’s in complete control straightaway. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing.

When the indigo mare broke away from the kiss, the silver stallion then had exhaled dioxide from both nostrils.

“Are you sure you want this; what if it happens again…?” he’d asked her almost rather instantaneously.

Shying away, Hyacinth snickered, “don’t worry about it; I’m gonna take it slow just for you: that way, you won’t have to be kicking yourself again…”

Sure enough without any warning whatsoever, the indigo mare had quickly seized this very golden opportunity, utilizing the lightweight body to rest right over the silver stallion’s waistline. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for her undercarriage to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving trivial passionate yet dense breaths from the mouth rather instantaneously. Leisurely, he’d started resting his very hands right onto Hyacinth’s cleavage, slowly but surely running them both right around to feel the density within much to the latter’s subdued euphoria. The indigo mare didn’t care that the silver correspondent was currently grasping her bust in the very least, already feeling his prepuce directly in her sheath calibrating the collective movement. In the midst of the very ordeal, she’d rested her hands nearby his neckline in an attempt to keep herself supportive as they were both trading momentum with one another in the very process. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Gearing up for a highpoint, Cloudy’s shaft inside Hyacinth began to intensify with pulp friction, causing her to give off a resounding happy moan amid the heavy breaths and panting therein. Somehow, the silver stallion was about to shoot in the path of the indigo mare’s fork, his otherwise rigid prepuce about to give way and undergo a purging of the very buildup within.

“Oh, fuck…!” he’d exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum…!”

“I know, and… so am I… Cloudy; just tell… me right now, please… in or out…?” Hyacinth gasped freely, even despite concentrations begun absconding.

Before the titular tenant got the time to say something, a warm and loose solution went up into his target’s undercarriage, catching the twosome off–guard despite their consensus, “sorry about that…”

“That’s okay, you did great; that’s all that matters…” the indigo mare gulped before subsiding onto the silver stallion, embracing one another once more, “I’m really proud that you didn’t run off crying this time; anyways, what else would you like for me to do, master: clean your cock, sixty–nining, anything…?”

“Please sit on my face…” he’d finally exhaled.

Looking deeply into the deep blue eyes with concern, she’d calmly asked, “are you sure you want that, master Cloudy…?”

“Don’t worry about it: I can take it; I trust you, Hyacinth…” Cloudy had moaned, grinning about, “just please be careful now, okay…?”

It didn’t take long for the aforementioned indivdual to used her remaining strength to get the dripping sheath above her male counterpart after sliding out, standing up to turn around and plant the former’s croup closely. With the same tongue from before, the silver stallion had now jutted into the indigo mare once again, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both blue eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans responsively. She’d quickly reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of his heavyweight body, the former’s flanks held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried inside at once running around edgewise thereof. Cloudy found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent sheath underneath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his very tongue had just switched right on back to Hyacinth’s haunches and vice versa respectively. Soon, the indigo mare felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the silver stallion’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst as the latter stretched the former’s flanks widely with relative ease. She gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste what the two pegasi made soon enough as the dribble escape, surpassing the point of wishing more support had been provided for him to explore. Hyacinth made an attempt to reach down towards her wet fork and started furbishing about rhythmically as Cloudy permeated all throughout the fundament in such an illustrious manner, slurping and licking away.

“OH, MASTER…!” the indigo mare cried before collapsing besides the silver stallion’s hooves immediately, giving him back some more air as he’d relished the taste and textures given by the likes of her, despite what had been done not too long ago.

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.

With 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 had possessed horns, but never both; still, there were some 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.

At that moment alone, it was also at this very point in time that both Opal and Truffle were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands having made contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths were already aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow mare had started mollycoddling the silver stallion’s yard playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her sheath almost immediately, fully aware of its saturated state. She’d swayed her waistline reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her bosoms before she’d decided to do the same to his prepuce and proceeded to forward her hot and heavy lips around itself overall. Each time that Truffle had felt Opal stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding shaft, it started to get harder so he was currently returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down right away. Because the silver stallion’s tongue was already intertwined with the yellow mare’s fork and vice versa with the prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their own collective efforts had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure amongst themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only she’d began to break away from him after getting her fill instantaneously.

Rolling off of Truffle immediately, Opal spoke to him straightaway, “how was it, master: didst I perform well enough as a submissive feague for thee…?”

“Of course: even though you’re a millenia apart from most of us, you can do anything; besides, watching the two of you eating the other redheads out made me feel so horny…” the silver stallion spoke as the yellow mare had crawled over to his side face–to–face, “speaking of which, Butter Munch ought to be getting back shortly, at least with that other Filly Guide by her side…”

“Mayhaps, I should’ve ventured alongside herself: ‘tis lamentable that her sluggish motions aftercome such amourous ways; even after Sombra’s demise, Berry’s likest to a weaned foal, longing for some more stallion seed…” she yawned after turning away, resting next to his side all tiresomely.

Truffle frowned a bit and said, “she may be into anal and oral, like my cousin and her friend but I’d made it clear that her womb belongs to me; after all, she did ask for me to impregnate her when I could’ve fucked her red rear raw and rotten. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that Butter Munch is doing this on purpose since I came in your backside rather than hers; she just couldn’t help herself at this rate…”

“Hence the purple collar; come to think of it though, she and thine cousin were the only ones who wore them, compared to the rest of the maidens in attendance…” Opal Bloom growled, swallowing a breath of fresh air in the process, “speaking of which, I’d always perished the thought of meeting my relatives, let alone knowing her fillyhood friend and lover too…”

“Yeah, I never considered the possibility of Twist being bisexual, let alone doing it with Apple Bloom; speaking of which, the last time romance came onto the table was back in one Hearts and Hooves Day about a decade ago: of course, this wasn’t even what we both had in mind at all…” the silver stallion said, snuggling up to the yellow mare.

Her eyes widened in shock as she spoke up, “Hearts and Hooves Day, thou meanst the anniversary of Amity’s annihilation, true…?”

“What are you talking about: what annihilation; who’s Amity…?” he’d replied, poking his target but to no avail, “you’re not making any sense…!”

“I’ll tell thee everything pertaining to it on the morrow; ‘till, then, good night, master Truffle…” Opal whispered before falling asleep at once.

Truffle was now all on his lonesome, left to ponder the words his lover had spoken of prior to her slumbering sonata; this made him cross yet chilled as he turned to face himself in the opposite direction, finding the time and patience to sit up straight and take a stand right away, unperturbed by the latter.

The silver stallion ruminated at once with a wicked grin upon the visage, “maybe I should go ahead and get myself something to drink while I’m at it; if I happen to run into that fat red slut, then I hope she doesn’t mind me teaching her a little discipline: leaving me and her friend Opal by ourselves was just plain rude, even for the likes of me.”

Trotting about, he wandered aimlessly around the quarters save for a set pathway of his own choosing, taking the time and resources to quiet himself for the sake of the others present and accounted for; even though the room wasn’t dark or sleepy, the mere idea of him being an inconvenience was ineffable.

“Oh, yeah… thove your cock here into me, Thnailth…!” Twist hoarsely moaned off into the walking distance, catching Truffle off–guard despite to the subdued noise, “pin that penith on the anal thlut, already…!”

“Damn, my cousin’s still going at it; no wonder why she wore that purple collar: what kind of pills did she take…?” the silver stallion said to himself as the beige redhead whinnied about to little end in sight whatsoever so to speak of.

In spite of the flotsam and jetsam borne from such licentiousness, he’d paid Twist no mind overall and continued to venture out of their quietly, unmoved by the latter’s mews and squeaks joining the amorous and ambient adagio as the former had slipped out.

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.

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, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

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 been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.

Up in front of them was a pair of ponies, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing blushing about as a box of cardboard were in their possession, filled with cassettes, discs, and reels inside each container.

The silver pegasus felt the dark–haired unicorn give her a good slap on the croup, yelping about, “oh, master, you’re so bad but I like it…”

“Then I hope that you like editing the films we’ve gathered about in the past few hours just as much as copulating; we’ve got work to do on new years’ day…” he’d giggled as she’d wiggled her flanks without a care as to what was said about it in the very least, “it’s obvious that with this smorgasbord of raw performances, Hearts and Hooves Day will never be the same again…”

“I know, just think of all the bits and pieces we can rake in from these ponies once we do some editing: for what it’s worth, even though it was invite only, nopony will ever know who our guests were; besides, with the princesses running the show, a little anonymity is most needed…” Silver Wing articulated nattily.

Walking right past, Smudge Proof grabbed onto his red housecoat and replied immediately, “then I trust that the cutting room floor will be spotless enough for you to handle our state of affairs: it’ll be obvious that the holiday season will be over as soon as the next month begins; by then, these fillies and colts won’t have the slightest idea of what we’ve done behind the scenes. In the meantime, the skin flicks will be more than enough to guarantee our next vacation destination and a party similar to ours in the summertime: Vanhoover happens to the be most ideal for the next state of our love affairs as well as our own guests too; of course, even they won’t know about it either, regardless of whether or not some fresh new faces show up. As far as they’re concerned, we’ve shed no blood, robbed no one, and despoiled no land; that’s just much that can be said about the lot of us who’ve shown up today, compared to the brothers themselves so to speak; even though they’ve both cleaned up their acts, it’s clear that their reputation alone will be as fragile as glass should either of them backslide.”

“In any case, if I may be so bold about it, why did you request their services as well as the Cakes…?” the silver pegasus had said to the dark–haired unicorn up in front of herself calmly yet carefully, “even they and Bon–Bon were more reputable businessponies than Flim and Flam had been in the past, relatively speaking of course…”

“It’s simple: their drugs were an essential but optional component for the occasion and the low dosages were to ensure no adverse effects would be present as long as the directions are followed; after all, the testing stages have ensured their collective effectiveness on any terms…” he’d answered back with lighthearted chuckling.

She too joined in, “all the more reason to keep us company after our guests leave tomorrow morning; likewise, their inexpensiveness should be enough to keep our sex lives from fading away later on in our times, master…”

“Indeed, our relationship is open as your legs and mouth: in fact, if things were any different, you’d have no problem in being another femme to Babs’ butch; after all, she’d showed so much promise…” Smudge Proof turned around to face Silver Wing and spoke softly, “it’s a shame that mare will be carrying his foal for the time being year–round…”

“I would like a foal too; I just want to feel it grow inside of me: the milk, estrogen, and the hormones, all of which makes me feel hot and horny…” the silver pegasus moaned as she felt her loins become wet with anticipation; thankfully, the stored mediums in her grasp were above the downward trail.

A wry smirk grew upon the dark–haired unicorn’s face as he’d laughed, “really, now: planning to be a mother after all these years; what about the contraceptives…?”

“Oh, please master, I only want you to at least help me bear my foal; the months we will have to ourselves ‘til it’s born will be exciting, even when I’m big and proud…” she said to him while setting the box down, “besides, I’ve come prepared to delay it ‘til I get to eat her out: by then, Babs will go back to being flat on her stomach save for some stretch marks, muscle, and fat…”

“Really now…?” he’d purred.

Trotting restrained yet strongly towards the opposite target, she’d said suddenly, “mm–hmm…”

Since they were still standing straight up anyways, their very eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces maintained a close distance. As the two ponies in question finally joined hands, their respective lips growing closer to one another: Silver Wing took her kiss from Smudge Proof. The pair finally grew more eager with their muzzles already opening up as one another passed, tongues slowly slipping out for their ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they instantly surrendered themselves to the metallic panels near, the silver pegasus between them and the dark–haired unicorn. Still, neither of them had relented at all, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. Flits of air had escaped from her after he transferred his lips from the face down to her neckline, breathing down on her literally without much of a care. In that very same moment, Smudge Proof’s tongue started lapping at the shoulder; Silver Wing didn’t care about the active sensation due to anticipation. Eventually, the silver pegasus’ smile grew as the dark–haired unicorn slid his tongue down to her cleavage in between delivering pleasure as hoped for. Delighted by the sheer fact that he’d started tugging onto them with his very teeth, she’d started letting out some loud soft moans almost instantaneously.

Smudge Proof fondled the other one slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from Silver Wing’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind ribbons of saliva. The silver pegasus’ moaning started intensifying when she’d started feeling the dark–haired unicorn gently chewing over the bust, causing her hands to rest on his back as milk spurted from them. The otherwise dirty deed of his had continued onward for merely a few minutes until she’d watched himself lifted upward to her lips and kissed once again, tasting her own fluid he’d ingested.

“Oh, Winger… if only you were fast enough at your job, then we would’ve continued like before…” Smudge Proof had gulped right after breaking away from Silver Wing’s lips once again, “that was just a preview; we’ll do the rest later on tomorrow night when the guests have gone away back to their homes…”

“I’ll happily look forward to you fucking me rotten, master; I’d love it if you shove your huge cock into my dirty pussy and slutty butt…!” the silver pegasus guffawed as she’d quickly rotated roundabout and swayed her supersaturated body directly up in front of the dark–haired unicorn instantaneously.

It wasn’t long when he’d started to leave her be, merging himself into the darkness as he said back at once, “then I trust that you’ll get the job done soon enough: your expertise will be most needed for our consumers by February; ‘til ten, tatty bye, my lovely…”

“G’night, master…!” Silver Wing chimed before Smudge Proof finally disappeared altogether, “I’ll see you in the morning…!”

At long last, the silver pegasus was currently all on her lonesome at once.

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 with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.

Of the many in this concentrated space generally speaking, one was predominantly adorned with a richly frosted coating of metal gears survived with sections of eight plum pillars within. At least a dozen’s worth of rows were glass windowsills already plastered onto the structure, each of themselves outlined in their aluminum frameworks to hold every single one tight. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself had possessed a skylight which was firmly rectangular in a contrast to its overall rounded formation, an anomaly not seen of therein. Sliding about was an orange textile currently hanging in from the side of the building with its very letters colored in jet black reading already orderly “FLIM–FLAM FRANCHISES”.

Storming out of the front door was a mere yellow pony huffing about, steaming and fuming complete with a frown as his tall shadow lingered adjacently. His attire consisted of a light purple shirt, a brown homburg with matching trousers, and a pair of some white gloves, all of which kept his body warm in fury. A faint aquamarine glare had appeared to be fixed upon the yellow stallion’s very thick beard, not only signifying the age and gender but also his indignation.

“Lousy, scummy, drug peddling, date rape approving, shitfaced cockmasters: I should’ve burned this place to the ground when I had the chance; Aidan would’ve been there…!” he’d grumbled to himself, looking right back at the very establishment with a glowing grimace geared towards itself.

It didn’t take long until the yellow stallion had perambulated across the way upon a sidewalk, still possessing a frown with hands now in both pockets. Although that he was mindful of other pedestrians like himself, he’d taken great pains to avoid bumping into so much as a lone strand of fabrics overall. Nearing a lone garden, the yellow stallion slowly took in the sounds of random conversations from others interspersed with the coll air and avian choir. Standing on the edge of the corner where the populace had stepped and the airstreams are all cold, now even he’d turned away from them and crept.

The yellow stallion burned bright taciturnly before the silence was broken by a stray voice entering his ears, “hey, old guy…!”

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, there was but a muscular gang of four equines, all whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity intially; that being said, there were still some significant differences between themselves with their collective sense of fashion fitting for the environment therein, something many like the elder would care less about to say the least. The first of these was a dark blue youth with tresses of midnight from his coating: already donning over his integuments were a jet black ensemble of a visored hat with goldenrod accents, an overcoat with gilded chains and pins, and pants held together in place by a pair of rainbow belts matching his shirt; the only sense of solidarity in terms of color scheme were his teal orbs. The second of the quartet was a zebra with jet black tresses with neat knots wrapped by a white headscarf: although that he’d also wore an open overcoat, it was in a chocolately scheme already overlaying the long snow white garments with a singular chain of brass medallions around his neckline, one of which was painted in midnight; his bronze eyes were gleaming with some gold. The third was also a youth, a white pegasus with cherry red tresses twisting afore his own face: like the first youth, he wore an overcoat with goldenrod accents but it was in a hierophant green scheme and closed up with matching pants held together and his ears were adorned with earrings shaped like cherries; like the zebra, his eyes were also brown, save for clashing blue and orange. The last of these was but a gray unicorn with tresses of uniformed silver rising skyward directly: unlike the other equines, he wore a jet black tube top with a single strap hanging from the left shoulder across his chest and a pair of light trousers with a chocolatey pouch tied to his very belt; like the yellow and blue ponies, his eyes were also coldly colored yet more colder with just blue.

Of the four afore the elder, the zebra was the first to be asking, “Mr. Goodfellow, where were you? Your daughter was worried sick about you; she'd thought that you’d gotten into some trouble after you’d left the hotel this morning…”

“It’s nothing to be worried about, Aidan; if anything, he should be worried about me: that bastard sold drugs to my baby girl’s coltfriend…!” the yellow pony replied in a restrained rage to the younger of the equines, taking in one more look at the building the former had departed from, “speaking of which, the Springwheel Foundation’s gonna be getting involved in fixing them up!”

“Just what are you saying, s’il vous plait…?” the gray unicorn asked as the eldest of the quintet had trotted ever so gently past the rest of them.

Refusing to risk dignifying the business complex with a stray glance, Goodfellow answered back, “we’re going to file a civil injunction: I didn’t go to Neighpon and adopt Serenity as one of my own so she can be knocked up and abandoned by some Don Juan Pendejo; I refuse to let history repeat itself again…!”

“At least your relationship with her is way better than that of my daughter or with me in general…” the true blue uniformed youth grumbled as he’d pulled out a single cigarette from his coat pocket and a metal rectangle too, “I just hope that Joliette doesn’t get involved in drugs, or worse, elope with a significant other only to go out like the two ponies from that holiday…”

“Greeting cards and gourmet chocolates aren’t my cup of tea, either; besides, I’ve read that some individuals in Equestria see this as a corruption of a thousand yearlong tragedy, repurposed for the sake of commercialized drivel…” Aidan sighed as he’d instantly followed after the yellow pony.

The lightly clothed pedestrian responded, “come to think of it, wasn’t there a similar celebration back on the other side of the pond, Goodshow…?”

“Does it matter…?” the eponymous stallion snorted as he started walking too, “besides, fillies in high schools wouldn’t leave me alone on that day, always bickering over chest sizes and joking about who should go first; it sometimes made me sick to my stomach listening to them gawping over one another…”

“I think it would’ve been nice if they’ve found some love in their life; after all, it kept the Crystal Empire from completely fading away despite the temporal disconnect…” the young redhead laughed, earning a quiet growl from the jet black counterpart whom was already ahead of the latter.

Exhaling about, the elder spoke, “let’s go back to the hotel as soon as possible; I owe my daughter an apology, even though she won’t mind…”

“Ditto on that one…” Goodshow stoically chimed in almost immediately, showing a little more emotion through his lit and smoky facade, “Salt Lick City is no Manehattan, Trottingham, or Sen Tomah but it sure as well beats living or going all the way around the world to fight, let alone staying in Michio, Aquanos, or Portside…”

“Come to think of it, don’t you have an uncle that lives in Michio or somewhere in the Roku Islands…?” the white pegasus inquired.

This earned the redhead a grimace from the darker–haired correspondent whom answered, “first off, we’re not to talk about him around the old guy; secondly, he prefers to be called by his name: he’s younger than the many of us combined especially you and me… Are we both clear, Cockaigne?!”

“Of course, my horse: it’s not like it’s your family’s deepest darkest secret, not that it’s open like the parentage of fraternal twins…” the titular traveler tittered at the thought of what had been told by the dark blue counterpart, “anyways, it’s going to be lunchtime soon: Miss Holmead is planning to take us out to this new bar and grill soon…”

“Good freaking grief…” Goodshow muttered almost silently, following right after the white pegasus whom trailed towards the gray unicorn and the other two equines way ahead of themselves.

Surely, destinations on their collective minds were necessary for arrival.