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 as Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still belong to Smudge Proof, the following characters at the end are based on the main cast of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Goodfellow, Goodshow, Aidan, and Cockaigne.

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

Harvested Gold Farming

The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also possessed its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the very occupants’ manes and tails were colored yellow in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone had remained inside. Now like before, while a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many mares were wearing some collars with only a few able to cover up parts of their bodies. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active found in various poses imaginable, mere pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing without a care whatsoever. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys had played about acutely from the phonograph, already mixed together within the air in such refinement and gentleness. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of a proper summary altogether; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were the most common species: most were plain, some had wings, other had possessed horns, but never both; still, there were some exceptions. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of fruits in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really now…?” he’d purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had remained clear enough, the golden sun still shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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