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…”