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 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.

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.

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.