Author's Note

This is my thirty–sixth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, the following fan characters appearing in this chapter, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing, belong to Smudge Proof; at least, you readers are going to be noticing a pattern here.

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

Dark Singles

There was a lone city that was bathed in an elegant afterglow thanks to the eternal golden sun taking residence above them in the heavens with the cottony clouds traveling about in its wake. In them, the big bright blue skies contained a variety of lifeforms flying across the way over the rhythm emotion of the surface’s hustle and bustle flowing about without even so much as a care. There were towering behemoths ruling and governing the own landscape for although that they were divided, these constructs nevertheless shared the same power wielded over this very place. Aside from a variety of wagons running about the asphalt with sights and sounds contributing to its atmosphere, there were also some ships of various sizes surfing across the dyed deep blue. What had made it stand out the most were the massive flocks of herons and seagulls that could run so far to and fro but couldn't get away with even the largest of wingspans as they’d cawed. On the other side of the vast and magnificent waters where the many ships had sailed in and out of were a mountainous valley donned in a dark green growing upon the massive beautiful earth. Most importantly, the very denizens themselves were abundantly commonplace coming and going inside the city by any and all means necessary as they pleased in sheer density whatsoever.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very city, there was but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; still, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least: for starters, over half of them were mares. Speaking of which, the first of the mares was a freckled yellow pony with eyes of a clockwork orange accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the pink bow worn over the straight red tresses, she wore a light green blouse overlaid by a pair of dark blue suspenders holding up her shorts with its legs barely touching the kneecaps. Standing next to the redhead was an orange stallion wearing a moderate shade of deep purple tresses slicked back as they matched his eyes: in regards to his attire, they had consisted of a predominantly white shirt with some blue shoulders as well as a pair of green shorts with slightly more pockets than the former even considered. Behind the first couple of ponies was also a mare, except she was a snow white unicorn who also had purple tresses even as they were accompanied by some pink within their neat curls matching her sparkling dress inches away from her kneecaps; like the redhead afore herself, she, too, was smiling to a lesser extent within the jaded orbs. Also nearby was another stallion whom was coated in a brownish chocolate disco: like the pedestrian walking adjacently, he also had tresses in two different shades, albeit in a fruity scheme of orange and tangelo as they were adorned with a rainbow beanie; in addition, he wore a yellow shirt matching his eyes and blue pants. Right at the tail end was another orange pony with purple tresses matching both eyes except it was a pegasus mare: her attire consisted of a plain white tee and some long blue pants, much like the ginger albeit more looser yet held up by a big red belt; also, both of her arms were adorned by a series of green bands around her elbows. Lastly but not least was yet another white mare standing by but she’d just so happened to have more in common with the yellow peer herself: still, much like the two equines upfront, she’d donned tresses in two different colors, albeit in a citrus blend of lemon and lime; also, she wore a cyan hooded tracksuit with the rainbow finishes.

“So this is Vanhoover; I never expected it to be so beautiful…!” the lonely white unicorn had exclaimed almost instantaneously, the sights of it alone bringing about euphoria to her emerald eyes.

The orange pegasus had quickly chimed right on in, “tell me about it, Sweetie Belle: usually it’s cold and snowy because of the fact it’s nearby the frozen north where the yaks live but it’s summertime now; besides, who would ever even think about wanting to live here in this city year–round? Snow in December is one of the most magical moments within the very month; the others are Hearths Warming, schools closing, and watching the entire year come to an end to ring in the new one. Any other day besides one in even April or October would’ve left me begging for it to melt away; of course, Rosemound needs the chill more since they’re nearby one of the warmest waters within the seaside: it’s like a vacation paradise in the making.”

“What about Las Pegasus, Scootaloo…?” the white mare asked the titular target, grabbing ahold of the latter’s abdomen with a warm smile on the former’s face, “at least, you would’ve had all the fun and games there with the gambling, the rides, arcade machines, and the stage shows to boot.”

“Please, Lemon, why go all the way out through the desert to play Rhythm Emotion when they’ve built one here at the bowling alley in Ponyville…?” the orange pegasus spoke back to the eponymous colleague.

The lone redhead of the group then said, “at least it beats risking a ban from the establishment for property damage: in all fairness, we could’ve killed somepony there trying t’ get our cutie marks; as a matter of fact, Ah don’t think Ah would’ve lived with mahself if main had been a skull cracked open by a bowling ball instead…”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Apple Bloom: we were fillies; now, we’re grown mares with an invitation to a party at Vanhoover’s finest hot springs resort here in Equestria…” the lone white unicorn replied with a tiny huff, “at least it would explain why anypony would live here year–round; speaking of which, it’s was actually miraculous that I’d been able to slim down in time. My sister has been telling me to watch my figure lately since I started growing; of course, it hasn’t been the same since she and Spike had gotten hitched years ago: one time, I saw her eating some blackberry ginger cupcakes with buttons made of jade… ACTUAL JADE…!”

“Now that’s saying something: this was even more weirder than that time somepony fired a squirt gun filled with citric acid at an arcade machine; thankfully, nopony was killed but the guy got thrown in prison cause of it…” the brown stallion had said within his adenoidal pronunciation.

The orange counterpart then jumped into the conversation, “gee Button, I never knew about guns; I thought they were just an old ponies’ tale…”

“Not quite, Tender Taps: Ah just remember that Granny Smith wanted t’ fight in a war some many decades ago; apparently, this was when Ponyville was still trying t’ stand on its own hooves back then…” Apple Bloom retorted without any form of hesitation whatsoever in her pacific tone of voice, “anyways, her parents were worried sick ‘bout her even thinking about it. That was the last time our family ever even had a gun; as a matter of fact, she even mentioned that her family used t’ live in Fillydelphia but they’ve moved out because of the overcrowding and the crime: come t’ think of it, Ah read in the papers that it’s gone down over the past ten t’ fifteen years ago but Ah wouldn’t risk it…”

“Me neither: unless my sister Rarity wants to open a store there, I’m not interested; besides, compared to Manehattan, it’s not my cup of tea…” Sweetie Belle chimed back into the forefront of the conversation.

The bright blonde blurted out, “speaking of which, Vanhoover almost looks just like it: bright lights, big city, it even has its own subway to boot; as a matter of fact, we should try to take them if we want to get there on time. The buses at Rosemound stopped running at night when the snow gotten too piled up when we’d first went there not too long ago; their transportation, including the ferries themselves, however, will give us better opportunities now it’s summertime.”

“That we can already agree on, Lemon…” the aforementioned traveler’s partner laughed before sharing a kiss between themselves lightly, “I can’t even wait to try the hot springs: a step up from that generic Ponyville spa; after all, it’s a nice change of scenery compared to the adventures we’ve been having lately…”

“I know, Scootaloo; all this happening behind the scenes was just too fast for all of us…” Tender Taps told themselves timely, looking up at the skyline above the sextet with a somber look of expectation: from what he could see, an airship was in view, hovering nearby the skyscrapers but out of their range so to speak of.

The orange stallion was lost in an artificial sea of negated nothingness on a flat plain until the yellow mare’s cheerful voice broken himself out of the trance, “come on, Ten–Ten, Ah found a subway station: if we find a map, then maybe there’s a route to the resort we can go to…!”

“Oh…!” Tender Taps stuttered before he’d found himself standing at a distance from the remainders, “‘kay, I’m right behind you…!”

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

For what it was worth, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. Everywhere within the confined space was made of ligneous material: the flooring, the walls, and the ceiling; in addition, there was a bucket already filled to the brim with water and a gourd. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up at the corners within the walls as they were bearing a plasma white scheme to illuminate the sweltering place and its tight surroundings. Generally speaking, there were exceptions that proved to be far from uniform so to speak of: in the middle was an open brazier, a clock at the top of the wall, and a screen door opposing them. Now that the scene was set, it was an ideal environment to purge any and all toxins clinging to whatever flesh that made up the integumentary system, the kinds of textures notwithstanding.

There were at least several stallions present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with towels worn around their waistlines as their only commonalities; as such, there were bound to be differences amongst themselves. The first were an athletically lightweight pair with tresses matching their very eyes: while one out of the duo was darkly coated in an emerald splash, the other one was lightly painted in blue with the sweetness of silver chariot swinging low. The next pair right next to the truly bluish pony was both lipid and also wearing blue bright eyes: one was also coated in silver yet his tresses were a burnt chocolate disco while the other was also green with some short hairs of an indigo prophecy. The last of these weren’t like the others, having green eyes; also, although they weren’t active, sedentary wasn’t the case: one sitting near the colorful heavyweight was a gilded ginger whereas the other had an aquamarine coat with amber orbs.

“Steam rooms, I love Vanhoover already…” the warm middleweight sighed into the vapors at once.

The jaded athlete had just joined into the fray, “you’re not alone in this one, Fry: this is our first time here; my brother Shady and I haven’t been able to step out of Ponyville in a long time…”

“That makes the both of us: my little slut of a fillyfriend and I have bothered to head on out flying to Vanhoover thanks to the invite…” the lone brunet also said to his peers in response to the two of them having already started a conversation, “never imagined it‘d came with an airship ticket and some bits to boot, let alone a map in where the new party was going to be…”

“That’s funny, none of us have even gotten any money in our mail; what had made you two so special…?” the cool lightweight had exclaimed.

Fry turned to the truly bluish peer and said, “relax, he’s not alone: I got some money in mail too but I spent it on a new swimsuit for my fillyfriend of my own; of course, I’m not sure if she truly likes it though…”

“Speaking of swimwear, Berry decided to wear a cat keyhole bikini to the party: apparently, it’s based on all those lingeries somepony in Neighpon wore; if that wasn’t enough, she even brought some fake ears too…” the silver heavyweight said with a happy sigh before taking in a deep breath at once, “it seems that she’s pretty into wanting me to rut her, despite what I did to her…”

“Whoever thought of such a thing…?” the ginger asked the brunet almost instantaneously so to speak of.

Shady answered only immediately, “beats me…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the sextet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more stallions were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some short rough cut tresses, towels around their waistlines, and steely coating upon themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, exposed to the fog of hotness.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as all of the equines who were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the stallions was muscular than that of the brothers inside with his tresses coated in a bright cobalt like them both whereas the other was but only a lonely pegasus heavyset and wearing some locks of gold. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between the two of them standing about: only the winged blond amongst the very duo had donned some creases of fat worn right over his cheekbones. Thirdly, the muscular pony in question maintained a thinly toned figure with flanks illustrating a monochrome sword against a spectral shield while the heavy counterpart wore hot pink drapery lined with some white zigzags. In addition, the silver lightweight in question had both irises rich with color of rubies right within the owner’s visage whereas the blond onlooker bore some circles of opalescence already dyed a deep blue like a body of water.

“Hey guys, what’s up…?” the muscular pony was the first to speak up to the occupants in question, “I wasn’t expected this room would be nearly filled up as soon as we’d got here today…”

“Well, count your blessings on getting here; of course, I was just about to leave soon enough: my baby maker’s itching to get it stuck into some certain Filly Guide’s body…” the silver heavyweight sighed, blushing about as something had started growing slowly underneath the towel.

The jaded counterpart took notice of this and recoiled slightly, “geez, Truffle, are you always this horny?!”

“Relax, Seed: I’m already going to be saving this cock for her, not some colt cuddler; besides, I’m not into getting pegged like what her Filly Guide friends had done to them…” the titular tenant tittered about timidly, taking the time to stand notwithstanding of his tumescence within the textiles, “speaking of which, she always loves it when I shove it right into her slutty butt…”

“Sounds like you have such an interesting relationship: my first fillyfriend had brought her own gal pal to the party; oddly enough, they’ve gone to a similar one like this back around the holiday season…” the emerald middleweight had wheezed, causing the remaining band of seven to raise their eyebrows highly.

Of them, the truly bluish stallion asked, “you mean to tell me that you have a special somepony who swings both ways too?!”

“Well, join the club…!” the heavyset brunet exclaimed after seeing the lighter counterpart nod, “my fillyfriend is also into mares as well…!”

“Huh…?” the jaded middleweight had stuttered.

Of the seven stallions that had leaned inward, Truffle inquired, “what’s her name, Danny–boy…?”

“Lily…” the eponymous subject had mumbled a bit rather slowly before gaining backing, “Lily Longsocks…”

“I know her, we went to school together when we were young…” the warm middleweight had chirped.

The jaded counterpart spoke back, “I didn’t…”

“What are you saying…?” Shady said to Danny briefly, “you look young enough to be from Ponyville…”

“Who said that I was from Ponyville…?” the emerald middleweight had laughed only mirthlessly.

The lone ginger sputtered, “you mean to tell me you weren’t from around there…? That’s okay, me and my fillyfriend were from Manehattan too; of course, my family moved out when I was just a foal: pops said the city was getting close to being a hotspot for secret tests by the government…”

“Sounds likes your dad has been consuming too much of the pictures and radio…” the jaded heavyweight retorted at once, “the Princesses would never do any of this without our knowledge…”

“You don’t know a darn thing about my old guy, Cu…!” the gilded middleweight interjected, pointing at Seed’s muzzle indignantly.

The brunet gotten between them both sighing, “relax, we came here today to relieve some tension between ourselves, not add any more; besides, we have our own special someponies to explore, right…?”

Beyond the event horizon was a ground zero complex which had currently stood out amongst other buildings deeply within the even territories. The cubic habitat was covered up in elaborate styles, colorful clashes of shades and hues crying out for warmth throughout its elaborate exteriors. The flat roofing was conforming to the geometric surface areas, much like the edifices around it albeit with but length and width instead of height. Many of the rectangular windows were tinted with a deeper shade of midnight blue despite the sunlight already latching onto the glass surfaces. Only the brown doorwall tallied the finishing touch to the otherwise unassuming establishment, opened to all, especially to those seeking solitude.

Standing outside were six ponies: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Tender Taps, Button, and Lemon, the lone intermediaries facing the looking glass upfront within full view. The very air around themselves was already filled up to the brim with such gentle breezes from the blue skies to forever as the green grass blew in the wind ever so light and variable. An abundance of flora and topiary were also present, great and small, embracing the favorable conditions brought about by the warm temperatures as they’d grew only slightly now. Beneath their very hooves were but an amalgamation of concrete and asphalt; in spite of its accumulating heat, the ground they were standing on was chilled to the touch anyway.

“Looks like we’ve made it; we better head on inside…” the lone redhead had commented on the proximity, the first of the several finding the time to trot towards the entrance, only to find it opening by itself as they slid sideways; unperturbed by recent discovery, she’d gasped, “hello…?”

Despite the automated opening, the sextet were finding safe passage in the complex almost immediately, greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the very equines in question felt their lower limbs become cooler and insulated by carpeting so soft it was like the thick manes of napping lions albeit more tranquil. Within their collective viewpoints, the background itself was adorned with whiteness, a rather stark contrast to the elaborate decorum of its exterior the party was treated to not too long ago. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears with the gentle precipitations being all muffled. Some small quantities of furniture were found within the visitors’ eyesights: tables here and nightstands there with several chairs to and fro aligned neatly as well as some mirrors on a wall.

“Hmm…?” a faint reply entered Apple Bloom’s ears.

The new voice on the inside had belonged to another pegasus; like the orange one, the new individual in question had possessed similarities right between themselves: purple eyes, a gymnastic physique, and a feminine appearance. Of course, there were many significant differences amongst the two pegasi at hand: of them, one of which was that the tenant’s mane and tail had possessed an equal color scheme with thin racing stripes all reminiscent of a small rainbow. Another was the fact that rather than the fruity integuments coloring Scootaloo, her counterpart’s coating was flowery, bearing the likeness and textures of a rose in a lighter shade compared to the redhead’s tresses while only blushing about. Donned over the pink pegasus’ body were a snow white ensemble of a hat, sundress, and some boots with a small flower arrangement adorned amongst the very textiles clothing her, more elaborate than the lone white unicorn’s attire.

The lone bright blonde became belligerent and barked briefly, “you…!”

“Me…?” the spectral single stuttered, pointing to herself as she laid eyes on Lemon’s grimace, “who are you…?”

“Don’t play innocent with us: everypony in Equestria and beyond knows of what you did, Cozy…!” the bright blonde bellowed.

Sweetie Belle jumped in front of Lemon and said to her, “relax, Lemon Daze… that’s Rainbow Harmony; Cozy Glow has already been dealt with…”

“Oh, I see… sorry about that…” the bright blonde stuttered, losing some steam as she struggled to look at the aforementioned equine, “I thought it was–––”

“Never mind that: once upon a time, ponies thought that I was Rainbow Dash’s long–lost sister; now, it’s Cozy Glow this and that…” the pink pegasus peeped.

A tiny teardrop tore away from the leftmost of Rainbow Harmony’s orb, prompting the orange correspondent to speak up, “that’s awful, I didn’t understand the pain you’d went through lately…”

“It’s nothing compared to what she did to me: from the day our eyes first met, I thought we had something; considering where we were, the two of us could’ve been together forever…” the pink pegasus wept a bit, struggling to hold back the deluge to maintain the neutral visage from earlier, “I was a foal for even believing the lies Cozy told me but betraying Equestria was even worse! Even though she was defeated, the stains in my brain latched onto me like some kind of parasite from outer space: everywhere I’d went, ponies thought of me as her distant relative whom inspired such plans to destroy the world; one stallion tried to rip off my mane thinking it was a disguise. Since that day, I’ve contemplated changing my mane and tail completely so it wouldn’t happen again; I have gotten Rarity to thank for coming up with such an idea, even though she didn’t mean for this to happen: at least the ponies liked her new look and she’d got her groove back.”

“I still like the rainbow theme though: it reminds me of those two lovely fillies I’ve met in Rosemound long ago…” another matronly voice cooed, catching the several mares and few stallions off–guard.

In an instant, another pegasus mare had trotted right up to Rainbow Harmony’s side: already bearing jet black tresses and a freckly silver coating over the ample bosom and voluptuous curves directly underneath an elongated snow white housecoat, with such luscious eyes of green, the former was staring at the latter as well as the other equines presently and accounted for.

At ease by her presence, the band of seven said, “Silver Wing…”

“Welcome back, we’ve been expecting you; after all, the six of you did have fun at my master’s party long ago: wish I could’ve seen your cousin again…” the titular tenant tittered a bit as she’d faced Apple Bloom tenderly, maintaining the distance between themselves, “speaking of which, how is miss little Barbarella doing…?”

“Babs, she’s doing great: Ah went t’ her shower weeks ago; they said that it’ll be ‘bout several months ‘til she becomes a mother…” the lone redhead answered the silver pegasus almost immediately.

Silver Wing became tickled pink as she’d sighed serenely, “oh, little Babsie’s carrying: she having a son or a daughter; better yet, are they twins…? Oh, I’m just dying to know; besides, I’m having a foal of my own too: it’s been only the first trimester since that fateful Hearts and Hooves Day long ago…!”

“Yer gonna be a mother too…?” Apple Bloom asked, slowly staring at the silver pegasus’ abdomen at once after seeing the latter nod; it was at this point the former had become jovial, “congratulations on getting on the road t’ motherhood: how far along are ya; what’s the foal’s gender going t’ be…?”

“Couldn’t say: I’ve barely exited my first trimester earlier this month so it’ll be at least until wintertime when the baby’s due; anyways, I’m looking forward to seeing your dear cousin again within the next year…” Silver Wing replied softly, rubbing the stomach gently as she looked down at the white fabric clothing her very body.

The lone redhead had spoken back to the silver pegasus, “next year… what’s happening next year…?”

“That’s for Winger and I to know and for you guests to learn all in due time; after all, you’ve come a long way from home to get to where all of you are today…” another voice had interjected immediately, catching the octet off–guard with a masculine tone, “sorry about her: she does seem to have a habit of talking a bit much; of course, she’s expecting so it’s bound to happen…”

Its point of origin was another tall white unicorn walking up to Silver Wing’s side quietly yet quickly for the others to witness. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than that of the silver pegasus’ tresses, donning sleek jet black stands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were but a balanced earthly tone of brown, accented by a lone nevus resting right beneath his left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simple: a conical felt hat resting upon the mane and a pair of board shorts both colored in red.

“Smudge Proof, good morning; we were wondering where you were earlier…” the orange stallion said suddenly so to speak of.

The eponymous elder chimed, “don’t worry about me: just had to put on the finishing touches before the party can began; besides, we’re glad that you’ve came here today and right on time too…”

“I know, Sweetie and I can’t wait to try the hot springs…!” the brown visitor whinnied, holding the unicorn mare tightly as she began to blush from the sensation alone, “isn’t that right, you guys…?”

“Totes… let’s go, guys…!” Apple Bloom chirped deftly, embracing freely general hospitality in just keeling much negativity over proudly; quintessentially, reaching such timing unopposed valued work xenial youthful zeitgeist.