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.