Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, 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, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I had said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part.

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 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.

Equestrian Violets

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling skylights suspended by about several meters from the ground, were colorful enough to shine its own mobile contents all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as their foundation were nothing more than a few mezzanines already being merely chains away from its center point. Many windows already found were displaying a distant sea and the skies above them with their shades of blue clashing about with the sands and clouds. The territory was mostly aquatic hence the abundance of its pools, slides, and the like; that being said, couches, chairs, and table rested on solid ground. A composition of strings and brass mixed together calmly sounded off from some speakers at dry corners with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there was but at least one exception. Many of them had donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of berries in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor easily noticed. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was scantily clad; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and the ambiance outside.

Out of many was but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps already in much more fitting attires compared to the one in which they’d arrived in earlier: as such, the fabrics upon themselves had shown more of their coating without being in the altogether much like a fraction of their peers in attendance. As such, although Apple Bloom still wore that pink bow, there was a bikini dyed a deep purple like the tresses half of her equals possessed: despite its small size, they’d done well to cover her petite yet moderate form; in addition, a collar worn around the neck had borne her tresses’ color hue overall. Standing next to the redhead was Tender Taps now wearing a pair of red board shorts covering up much of his waistline more than her swimwear ever did; because of the wearer’s gender, he was already free to be showing off his limber but muscular frame, something his kind can easily partake in. Sweetie Belle was now wearing a jet black collar matching the bikini already found over the very frame, covering up their owner’s moderate bosoms yet still displaying the miniature umbilicus she and Apple Bloom both shared; in addition, the former’s attire was bearing a more modest coverage. Nearby the young white unicorn was Button Mash, still wearing his rainbow beanie: in addition, he was currently wearing a pair of midnight board shorts with a star platinum lightning bolt pattern at the sides; just like the orange counterpart, his abdomen was also bared, despite such skinniness. Right at the tail end was Scootaloo with her attire now consisting of a blue swimsuit with yellow accents: unlike the ones her friends were wearing, it’d covered up much of her waistline and stomach yet had left her tiny bust exposed; moreover, another red collar was also found around her neckline. Lastly but not at the very least was Lemon, bearing a more liberal outfit: a bandeau with a skinnier fabric were colored in an emerald splash, serving as a contrast to yet another red collar around her neck; because of this, her flanks donned the slice of a citric fruit with all the colors of a rainbow.

“No wonder why it was so popular: it’s huge…!” the yellow redhead gasped in awe at the sight of the environment she and her friends were in.

The brown ginger, although sharing Apple Bloom’s sentiments, was more subdued as he followed after her, “so what…? At least they have an arcade on the second floor: it’s nothing like Las Pegasus’ games but at least they’re free this time around…”

“It’s always the games, isn’t it…?” Sweetie Belle scoffed, looking at the aquatic surroundings and its inhabitants themselves, “fuck em; look around you, Button… look at how everypony is enjoying life: you see a few of them over there…?”

The titular stallion found himself staring at a pair of redheaded ponies in the distance: aside from their hair colors, their commonalities were easily apparent; even so, there were many significant differences between them. For starters, one of the redheads had a sundance scheme and a predominantly darkly reddish style rough around its edges whereas the other was coated in white and short but straightforward cerise matching the eyes. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in constitution between the two of them alone: while the gilded redhead possessed a large cleavage bouncing about, the white counterpart had rolls of cellulite in a shape. Thirdly, the buxom mare had worn some big brown eyes reeking about with anticipation whereas the petite correspondent just bore concupiscence backed up with some liberation in them right at once with a clear target. Of the two redheads in question, the gilded redhead had a wide brimmed hat resting on her head by the leftmost side while the white counterpart had wore a pair of rectangular glasses in shades of the royal purple itself. While the curvaceous mare had donned an ample apple in the form of a brass bell adorning her flanks, the petite correspondent just carried an abacus that was matching both the tresses and irises alike so to speak of. Considering their companionship, both of them had went unclothed, save for some collars around their necklines: the gilded redhead donned one that match her tresses; the white counterpart wore cobalt. What had also cemented their very collective appearance was the state they were found in: the voluptuous mare was bent over towards a railing, her croup being occupied by a protuberant object from abaft herself.

“Oh, Libby; your butt is so tight…!” the petite individual moan, shoving in and out of the gilded target with the tumescent toy overall.

Watching the sedentary redhead being subjected to such a sensation left the dark ginger blushing about as he’d drooled about, “fuck…”

“Button, focus on me for now: let us not forget why we’re here; besides, I’m in control this time around…!” the white unicorn had snarled playfully, snapping the eponymous stallion out of his stupor with a kiss to catch him off–guard, “let’s have some fun first: I’ve been wanting to feel your cock inside my mouth anyway…”

“Ooh…” the brown ginger had cooed as Sweetie Belle slid gently downward and made contact with his swimwear immediately, taking note of the distension underneath the very fabric right at once.

With the white unicorn’s knees having already reached the wet surface, she’d uncovered the dry prepuce with a quiet giggle, causing Button to join in. Initially, Sweetie Belle’s hands started kneading the shaft around playfully like some joystick, catching their remaining friends by surprise instantly. Before long, the white unicorn’s tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once with such salivation now making contact for others to see. Sure enough, the brown ginger was resting one of his hands onto Sweetie Belle’s mane to stroke and pat based on the progress she was already making. The white unicorn’s tongue still freely licked Button’s yard before slowly forwarding it in her mouth, deeply taking a break to moan in a sultry tone. Even though the brown ginger extended his gaskins a bit further to give Sweetie Belle more room to lick around, the former barely helped himself. In no time whatsoever, the white unicorn enjoyed the fact her own tongue stimulated and syphoned Button’s shaft, now nestling in her cleavage. Now with the brown ginger’s prepuce sliding throughout ‘til its point became seen beneath the adjacent chin, Sweetie Belle started squeezing about.

With the white unicorn starting to swaying them up and down concomitantly with her tongue slipping through and out below her lips before reaching the tip, Button became aroused at what she was trying to do, only this time she loudly moaned hungrily, “ohhh… shoot your hot cum all over my tits, Buttfuck…!”

“OK…!” the brown ginger yelped for it wasn’t long until Sweetie Belle’s sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated yard had caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward between her clothed bosoms, “how was that, my little prossie: pleased to find that my cock was to your liking…?”

“Better than before, Button…” the white unicorn sighed softly after becoming caked densely ever freely with the aforementioned stallion’s extract, taking no time whatsoever to remove her own top and expose her bust to him immediately.

Even though the brown ginger’s prepuce lost its shape, he never lost his smile as he’d sputtered, “I can help you keep going though; besides, we still got the whole day to ourselves thanks to them…”

“Ain’t it the truth…?” Sweetie Belle giggled as she stood up straightaway face–to–face with Button again with a smirk, “let’s go find some other empty bench to clean up: I wanna have you rut me better enough to bear your foals…”

“Well, why wait any longer; can you lead the way, Sweetie…?” the brown ginger heaved as the white unicorn wiped his upper lip with the swipe of her finger all frolicsome without a care in the world.

The titular tenant tittered tersely, “the pleasure will be mine to do so, Buttfuck…”

It wasn’t long until the white unicorn and her lover sequestered themselves from the other pairs they’d been with since that fateful morning earlier, leaving the yellow redhead alone with the orange stallion and the other mares still present and accounted for like before; of course, with that being said, even they knew it was but a matter of time: Scootaloo and Lemon began to kiss.

“Apple Bloom, what would you like to do from here…?” Tender Taps had slowly asked the eponymous lover, looking into the eyes sensibly, “we can go on the slides together if you want to…”

“Let’s not beat around the bush: you and Ah both know what we want, or rather, what we need; besides, ya and Snails didn’t have any problem whatsoever in beating off to me and my friend Twist having some fun together last time…” the yellow redhead interjected with a playfully snarl, finding the time slid up to the orange stallion’s muzzle without either of them touching.

Abaft of the duo were the pegasus and her blonde colleague giggling about as their hands currently explored each other’s integumentary systems slowly but surely: of the two osculating mares, the latter was the first to whisper, “how would you like it if I grabbed your clit and started fingering it, Scoots…?”

“Do it, Lemon: shove them into my pussy already; it’s already on fire…!” Scootaloo sighed, sending the bleached counterpart out to stick a leftmost hand down inside the former’s swimsuit white the other had still latched onto the petite cleavage on the adjacent side, “yeah, fingerbang me for the win, Lemon… fingerbang like the world shouldn’t give a fuck about our love lives…”

“Speaking of which, let’s kiss and makeup as we go along; we’ve gotten the whole day t’ ourselves…” Apple Bloom cloyingly drawled effortlessly, frontline generally hereon in just kernels lined messily nearby obstructions piqued resonantly so their utter vivacities would xylograph youths’ zeitgeist.

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while Tender Taps’ terse 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 their kneecaps onto the cold concrete underneath, the yellow redhead still leading the way so to speak. 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 orange stallion transferred his lips from the target down to the neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils without hesitation. Only then when Tender Taps’ tongue started licking Apple Bloom’s shoulder she’d felt the very sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the smile grew as the orange stallion quickly slid his tongue down to the bosoms in between, delivering pleasures hoped for. Delighted by the sheer fact Tender Taps slowly started tugging on them with his teeth, the yellow redhead had soon let out loud yet soft moans.

Needless to say, the orange stallion broke away from the bust and whispered, “Apple Bloom, take off your bikini bottom… please…”

“Ain’t that ironic that a master and husband such as yerself would even stoop so low as t’ make such a demand, but since ya asked nicely…” the aforementioned mare sniggered before slipping the lower garment off of her waistline in front of Tender Taps in so little time despite being slow; with it out of the way, she was now in her dishabille for him to see clearly, “what do ya think?”

“Beautiful…” the orange stallion simply sighed, staring at the significant strands of hair sitting supra the yellow redhead’s sheath in the shape of a heart after she’d stood right back up again straightaway to show of her tricolor shields.

It wasn’t even long until Tender Taps was just merely a few inches away directly from Apple Bloom’s cavernously defining entrenched flower gazing happily in just kinetic lounging, mesmerized neatly over placement quaintly reminiscent so to utter vividly xanthochroid yearnings zestfully.

The orange stallion salivated a bit before the yellow redhead’s voice became more than enough for him to snap back to reality, “what are ya waiting fer, mah pussy to get wet…? Eat me out now…!”

Tender Taps was more than happy to oblige, lapping at the fork in between Apple Bloom’s gaskins straightaway as she’d watched onward with naughty glee. Although the yellow redhead was soon feeling the effects of the orange stallion’s tongue being put to work, she held firm and stood upright with her firm smiling. Tender Taps started lapping the contents of Apple Bloom’s sheath with her resting a lone hand onto his deep purple tresses for some support as she became giddy. As soon as the yellow redhead felt that muzzle tickling her before slowly slithering inward, she’d moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness the orange stallion found. Even so, Tender Taps ran his very tongue right around Apple Bloom’s gaskins so briefly as they, too, were starting to spread a bit further wide for him to explore. The orange stallion could barely help himself but drooled every time it went sliding in and out of the yellow redhead’s flower repetitively, his hands onto her hips. In no time, Apple Bloom had given out more small moans which quickly turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the depths of her fork became tampered. The sheer cold from Tender Taps’ very expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from his adjacent target and onto his taste buds warmly in return.

“Mmm…!” the orange stallion moaned, breaking away to look upright at the yellow redhead, “no wonder why your home’s called Sweet Apple Acres: you farmers live up to your name; even your juices are like them…”

“How about ya lie down and finish what ya just started, Ten–Ten…?” Apple Bloom snapped blithely at Tender Taps whom started lying supine, his head away from hers as their collective eyesight formed a hypotenuse.

It didn’t take long for the yellow redhead to rely on her mostly residual strength to walk over to the orange stallion’s visage, turning around to face his fabric prior to planting her croup closely. With the same tongue from before, Tender Taps now jutted back into Apple Bloom, this time in her fundament as he sent tingles throughout her body, shutting both eyes tightly yet still smiling. The yellow redhead reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of her little orange lover’s body, the former’s flanks held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried right inside. Tender Taps found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent sheath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back to Apple Bloom’s croup and vice versa. Soon, the yellow redhead felt salivation now curling down from the corner of her lips, the orange stallion’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst as he stretched her fundament wide easily. Apple Bloom gave out another loud moan, gurgling about at the cerebration of wanting to taste Tender Taps soon enough as the dribble escape, eyeing the fabric snugly around his waistline. The yellow redhead had only attempted reaching down to her wet flower and started furbishing rhythmically as the orange stallion still permeated all throughout her flanks ever so illustriously.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow redhead started mollycoddling the orange stallion’s clothing frolicsome by using a few of her own fingers to reach inside; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her fork almost immediately, still aware of its saturated state. Apple Bloom swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage before she’d decided to do the same to Tender Taps’ shaft, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips around it all. Each time that the orange stallion felt the yellow redhead stimulating, pumping, and licking the uncovered yard, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because Tender Taps’ tongue was already intertwined with Apple Bloom’s sheath and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one another, such timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues started transferring so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly, it’d seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only the yellow redhead began to break off away after getting her fill.

While this was going on and about, Rainbow Harmony only was literally sitting at the sidelines; unlike the many whom were in the midst of their passions, she’d possessed so many differences. For starters, the pink pegasus’ mane was freed from the confines of her snow white hat yet her attire now consisted of a black collar, much like the ones the gilded and white unicorns wore. Secondly, since the sundress was replaced by an open swimsuit, Rainbow Harmony only donned a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil at the side of it right over her limber toned flanks. Aside from the sweat, the pink pegasus felt something else running down from the corner of her purple eyes, another anomaly that set her apart from the rest of her peers, especially the mares.

Although the sight of their swimwear, or lack thereof, unfazed Rainbow Harmony, only her mind spoke otherwise, “Cozy, I thought that we had something special; why did you betray Equestria, its neighbors, our heroes, our teachers, our classmates, but most of all, why me…? We were supposed to be friends forever; it was the whole point of coming to Twilight’s school so I ought to know: how long were you even planning this charade…?”

“Are you okay, miss; is there something wrong here…?” a question was heard immediately; while it was obviously clear the sensation the pink pegasus experienced had generally went unnoticed, some individual found the courage to speak to her real gently, “I’ve noticed that you’re alone…”

As soon as Rainbow Harmony turned around, the source in question led her to find another pegasus mare with a similar color palette, albeit more relaxed so far along the way. Possessing a much more solid color, the speaker was fruitier than the rose tinted coating the listener had with the former’s brilliant tangelo painting the coat with a dark texture. Around the shorthaired observer’s luxurious pupils were circles of a dyed deep blue cornflowers having already widened with its tender gaze which could refresh many lifeforms. Like Rainbow Harmony, the collar upon the fruity pegasus’ neck was also painted in a jet black scheme, offset by a brass ring in the middle compared to the steel upon the former. Still, the shorthaired observer’s body had showed off a petite cleavage and miniature umbilicus underneath the more liberal swimsuit, even much tinier than her pinker counterpart. The fruity pegasus’ flanks were already adorned with a flutter of several lepidopterans, each of them all colored in a royal shade reminiscent of majestically purple mountainsides.

“Huh, Flutterbye…?” Rainbow Harmony outcried softly, replying towards the titular traveler tersely.

It didn’t take long for the fruity pegasus to speak to her pinker colleague almost immediately, “wow, I know that Smudge Proof invited so many, but I never expected to find you here of all places…”

“What’s it to you?!” snapped Rainbow Harmony before going gently than initially projected, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been trying to get away from the drama at Ponyville yet it hasn’t been easy…”

“Ponies confusing you for a certain Wonderbolt…?” Flutterbye said, earning only a sad scoff instantaneously.

The pink pegasus looked down from her fruity counterpart’s line of eyesight and replied, “worse… you remembered that time you–know–who sided with the villains a long time ago…?”

“Yeah, dreadfully so…” Flutterbye shuddered, shivering about despite being in the environment, “you’re still upset with what she’d tried to do and I understand; the fact she was so young had gotten to us: all that potential wasted on making such a nightmare into a reality and with him no less…”

“That’s not all, I looked up to her as someone who I thought would be my friend: growing up, ponies at my school teased me for being some long lost daughter of some element bearer, despite having parents of my own; it didn’t help I was the only pegasus mare in the family no less…” Rainbow Harmony intoned, shedding some tears.

The fruity pegasus sat down nearby her pinker counterpart and said, “I see what you mean: I’ve been mistaken for being related to one of the Wonderbolts training but I didn’t let it get me down; if anything, she was the reason why I signed up in the first place. Besides, we’d gotten around to meeting one another again and talked about ourselves: friends, families, futures, the fun we had together; she gave me a reason to never let the comparisons get to me as a whole. Anyways, I found some friends of my own age while in the Wonderbolts, most of them were from that day we were foals under Spitfire’s supervision: Wind Whistler, Heart Throb, even Medley whom came here today with her own coltfriend…”

“Wish I had one; at least he could help purge the filth that she’d left behind away…” Rainbow Harmony cried softly, burying her face with her own hands, “even when everypony isn’t saying anything to or about me, I sometimes hear their thoughts about me and the times I’ve shared with her despite not knowing much about her; of course, I never knew the real her at all either…”

“Neither of us did…” another feminine voice made its way but it didn’t belong to either pegasi whom turned their eyes towards the source: two more mares had already approached them, both possessing multicolored tresses like them but with more differences than the observers can notice on the surface; after all, even they were quick to understand one another almost immediately.

Speaking of the twosome, although their collective lack of wings had made them both one of the same as the warmly colored lovers, Button, and Lemon, they too were different from each other. For starters, one of them was also pink, albeit faint with tresses containing every color save for green while the other was coated in silver bearing locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between themselves: only the silver mare amongst the very duo donned creases of fat worn right on her rosy cheekbones. Thirdly, the lighter pony in question kept a thinly toned figure with flanks bearing a paintbrush and purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly with some pies on the sides. In addition, the lightweight visitor in question had both irises rich with the color of opals right within the owner’s visage whereas her heavyset correspondent bore some amber waves of grain. The most notable difference was their attire: aside from their red collars, the lighter pony wore a black bandeau and white towel while the metallic counterpart donned an orange and blue combo.

Flutterbye was only quick to comment on the mismatched pair’s arrival instantly, “Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream… hello, how are you two doing…?”

“Great, we were just about to hit the teashop earlier but we heard you talking about Cozy Glow…” the former visitor was the first to answer the fruity pegasus’ greeting, “sorry about what I did, Mona…”

“Don’t fret about it, it was a long time ago anyway; besides, I should’ve expected that this would happen at some point in time: they say that friendship is magic but it seems I was wrong to be friends with her of all ponies…” Rainbow Harmony only wept quietly, catching the somberly silver observer off–guard.

The heavyset pony had approached the pink pegasus cautiously with a small grin while saying, “ponies used to say the same about me and Too–Roo: she told me that part of the reason she’d left Ponyville to pursue her dreams was because of her; even though that she was defeated, the pain Cozy caused us was a bit too much. As a matter of fact, when I was staying at her place, Too–Roo told me she’d suffered nightmares about the time when Equestria was drained of its magic: one of them was when she and myself watched each other losing the colors on our bodies staring with our cutie marks and then the rest; it was at this point she woke up screaming late at night. Even worse, it had been around the same time my friend–––”

“You don’t have to tell them the whole story, CiCi; besides, I needed to clear the air out of my head from being in Ponyville since that day…!” the pink pony interjected at once, “even though us students thwarted the little tyrant, I still couldn’t get over what she could’ve done; after all, none of us ever even thought she would do something like this, let alone take over the school. Everyone trusted her, especially Twilight Sparkle: from what I’d heard, she’d taken Cozy Glow’s betrayal hard, not just because of her fate but also because of the fact that weeks before it, she’d blamed those three ponies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, for failing the test; now, the Princess sees it as one significant failure in her life so far. Starlight had been attempting to comfort her on the issue, like that time they’d published their Friendship Journal and gotten so many problems popping such as ponies stalking them and striking a boutique; they’d all seemed to have missed the whole point of the book CiCi and I had been reading.”

“Much like being able to tell the difference between Cozy Glow and myself; I’d thought that Equestria was supposed to be full of friendship but it seems that we’re fickle enough to overreact to the smallest details, whether it be wondering which of us were Changelings serving Chrysalis or a gossip column written by one or more ponies…” the pink pegasus grieved a bit so to speak.

Coconut Cream faced Rainbow Harmony and said to the latter, “come on and have a drink of tea with us: at least it’ll help the lot of us clear our minds; besides, they’re free for today anyway so it’s a good deal since Smudge Proof provided.”

“Yeah, maybe some tea would be nice; I haven’t been able to sleep last night since staying in the hotel…” the pink pegasus sighed happily, taking a stand literally up in front of the three other mares, “at least it’s even nicer to be among real friends…”

“Agreed…!” Toola–Roola and her colleague chirped together as they, Flutterbye, and Rainbow Harmony finally walked away from the sidelines.

In the meantime, two more pegasi were found on the opposite side, both alike in fair dignity at first glance though possessing certain commonalities: dark coating, cold eyes, and a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves. 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 near a poolside partition, athletic but curvaceous leaning against its side 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 dared to say, not that he’d 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.

It was at this break point moment in time he’d latched onto her croup with both hands and said, “are you truly sure that you want me to do this, Hyacinth; what if I’m not good at it this time…?”

“Look, Cloudy Daze, please try… you’ve made it this far in life to prove your worth as a stallion: there’s no point in giving up when we haven’t even started yet; do you understand…?” the eponymous mare replied softly, looking into her respective partner’s visage with a pleasant grin as the latter nodded off; sure enough, the former said, “read… my… lips… eat me out…!”

“Okay…” the blond stallion stuttered while watching the indigo colleague turn around and bent forward, presenting him two of her own ingresses within those haunches: their differences apparent to the former whom lowered himself.

Slowly yet surely, Cloudy Daze jutted into Hyacinth straightaway at once, sending out tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her own eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans in response. The indigo mare reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now the blond stallion held her flanks firmly in his grasp, muzzle buried at once running roundabout and within thoroughly. He’d maintained his grin onto her despite stopping to lap at the adjacent flower right underneath, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to the fundament and vice versa repetitively. Like Apple Bloom, Hyacinth felt saliva curling down from the corner of her lips, Cloudy Daze’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst altogether; needless to say, she’d felt needy to return the favor.

In the meantime, the blond stallion had stretched the indigo mare’s croup wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her hands to tense up as she closed her eyes again while giving out a loud moan, “oh, Cloudy… please shove your horsecock inside me already; I need it so fucking bad…!”

“Damn, she’s really enjoying herself already…” he’d cerebrated, permeating through her flanks in such an illustrious matter, slurping and licking within much to her delight as his saliva dripped down the very abyss, “better give her what she wants; after all, I wonder if she wants me to go for her vagina or the flank hole; of course, my tongue inside there is enough of an answer…”

“Do it: please fuck me rotten if you dare; I can’t take it any longer…!” Hyacinth cried out with warmth now enveloping Cloudy Daze within those folds as she’d felt his subzero salivation now inside her very fundament altogether, reaching down to her wet fork to started furbishing it rhythmically.

A slobbering moan escaped the blond stallion’s mouth before licking deeper inside the indigo mare: to him, it was appetizing ‘til the dryness sat in, forcing him to relent, release, and retract; now, his tongue filled in both contents of his salivation inside as he was breaking away from the habit of it all, standing back up with a gripped shaft, “Hyacinth, here I go…”

Needless to say, she was now feeling more pleasure each time he’d slowly rubbed against her while sliding his tumescent yard in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Some vastly soft high–pitched moans escaped from Hyacinth’s wet lips again along with added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine with pulp friction growing on. Even Cloudy Daze could barely help himself, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting prepuce punctured through the croup, causing its owner to go wriggling forward and back like some lavish caterpillar.

“You can do it…!” the indigo mare squealed as she’d placed her left hand over her sheath still soaking about in its solution from not too long ago thanks to the blond stallion’s act thereof, “cum inside my plot hole…!”

Still grasping onto Hyacinth tightly, Cloudy Daze moved his right hand to grab onto her adjacent elbow while his other hand now groped the tacky cleavage when the shaft had moved inwardly. The resumption of movement, although slow like before had started to gain some momentum as the indigo mare used her left hand to go in between her legs and start wiping her flower slowly. They couldn’t even help to love every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: the blond stallion’s yard was buried into her flanks as she occupied herself with her own fork. Each time they moved around and about, they felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere with only the moisture of the aquatic area providing themselves relief. The two pegasi were still in a touching grip, their perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever. The active Hyacinth now pushed two of her fingers inside her sheath while Cloudy Daze quickly used the left hand to chafe her bust smoothly and pinched one her moistened nubbins gently. Their continuous efforts were getting to another highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment. The indigo mare couldn’t even take it any much longer as she’d yelled out at the very peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the fork and onto the left hand in full force. At the same time, the blond stallion’s plunging into her fundament caused him to shoot out at once, sticking it to his target before subsiding right away as a small trail appeared between them.

“Wow, look at all that spunk; I never knew my own strength…” he’d gasped after breaking away from Hyacinth with a wet pop.

The indigo mare turned around almost immediately and giggled, “I figured that things would get better for the both of us.”

“You really mean it…?” Cloudy Daze inquired, earning a nod from her, “I don’t know what to do from here now…”

“Let me take over from here; you did well by yourself anyway…” Hyacinth shushed, placing a dry forefinger onto the blond stallion’s upper lip.

It didn’t take long for the indigo mare to be glancing at the sodden region with a profligate grin, speedily taking note of its currently descended length being surrounded by its remaining extract. Sure enough, she’d used the left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully after cleaning off the tacky layering; before long, it’d sprung up onto her very muzzle in little time whatsoever. Nonetheless, Hyacinth tongue quickly slipped right out of her mouth and started slowly sliding around Cloudy Daze’s shaft with warm salivation making contact, causing him to blush deeply. Standing uprightly, all that the blond stallion could do was watch as the indigo mare whom was stimulating and syphoning what had and would erupt from his barely limp yard and to herself. Gently and surely, he’d lent back a bit further to give her more room to lap around, still careful enough not to let gravity send him downward onto the flooring at a certain angling so to speak. Cloudy Daze couldn’t help himself but coo and moan as he’d felt Hyacinth’s tongue running across his prepuce, taking what little time to pat her darker tresses gently in such synchronicity. Within due time, the indigo mare driveled onto the blond stallion’s shaft for some significant time til her mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about before breaking away.

Both pegasus were face–to–face once again: she’d licked her lips clean of the solution expelled from his yard earlier; afterwards, he spoke out, “sorry about that: I should’ve warned you that I was gonna burst earlier…”

“Don’t fret, CD… it’s way better than that rimjob you just gave me; since your tongue went inside my plot hole, I’ve been literally begging for some backdoor action from you…” Hyacinth heaved, hugging Cloudy Daze tightly with a happy visage full of hearts filled with limerance and concupiscence, “I’ve wouldn’t have minded if you’d gone and wrecked my dirty pussy like that.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame I’d wasted it all on plowing you in there; I would’ve been fine with you beating it off of me instead…” the blond stallion had mewed as his indigo correspondent slowly but surely locked lips with him straightaway.

The fact they were both sweating in the altogether wasn’t enough to fill themselves with shame in the least; as far as they were concerned, they were already right within their mutual embrace. With both pegasi nibbling their lips and tongues as well as each other gently all throughout, their very cooperation was every second spent trading kisses with one another in such a euphoric bliss. The differences they’d both possessed alongside their few, if any, commonalities simply through touching were irrelevant, their irises already met with a subdued clash of shades, hues, and cries. The music around the pegasi, along with their other peers had changed even as the ambiance was merely preferable to any slim margins of error; despite this, they’d remained lost in the moment.

She’d soon broke away from his lips and said to him, “it’s a miracle that we’ve made it this far together, even after everything that happened so far in Equestria of all places: you a playwright and me a Wonderbolt…”

“I know, it makes me feel at ease with myself: even before I’d gotten old enough, I’d been picked on for simply not fitting into one or the other completely…” Cloudy Daze had softly sighed sadly, looking away from Hyacinth, beads of sweat dropping from his brow and onto the concrete flooring, “one time, I remember somepony sending me a petticoat on my birthday…”

“Don’t let what happened to you get in the way of being a better pony here; you have so much to live for now, like me…” the indigo mare had interjected sharply, causing the blond stallion to wince right away.

Looking back life before, he’d faced her once more, this time with feelings of satisfaction and relief while replying, “yeah… you’re right…”

“Besides, nopony else isn’t out there trying to see how long your dick is, let alone us; the glass windows are one–way: no one outside the resort can see any of us doing the nasty…” Hyacinth laughed warmly before kissing Cloudy Daze once more, “at the very least, we can enjoy the scenery as well as the main attractions too…”

“I agree: Manehattan’s nothing but noise all–day everyday; even Las Pegasus knew when to quit sometimes…” another feminine voice cut into the fold, bringing the amorous duo out of their solitary gaze at once.

Two more mismatched ponies were now easily found joining the pegasi pair: needless to say, they were no longer alone so to speak, not that it’d made much of a difference whatsoever. As with the observers in question, they, too, had possessed certain commonalities as well: some height and stature as well as an eager yet restrained gaze right within their coldly colored eyes. Of course, there were also many significant differences between the plain visitors, especially considering they had much more common with the pink and silver pair on the opposite side.

As a matter of fact, even they were were starting to sharing a much deeper resemblance with the other ponies in question as well as the very pegasi pair themselves, something that which many, especially the two in particular, can relate to for what it was worth living for and learning about. For starters, one was a lone indigo stallion with a darker coat than Hyacinth, standing upright with his more limber form reminiscent of Tender Taps; the other was an orange mare with a much lighter coating, lanky yet buxom like her, albeit with some more depth and density inside. Like Cloudy Daze, he wore a set of long golden locks already making its very way to the nape of his neck except there was a bright stripe in the middle; as for her, her tresses were purple like much of the yellow redhead’s entourage with two shades both tied back up by a green elastic tie. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside the indigo stallion accented by freckles whereas a rich shade of moderate cerise were held back by the orange mare herself much like the white heavyweight but more freed from any form of eyewear. As with the indigo pegasus, the only article of clothing found upon the very neckline was a lone red collar speaking more loudly than what the latter’s eyes could’ve dared to say, not that either of them had minded in the very least because of their collective minimalistic movements overall. Slathered right upon the indigo stallion’s flanks was a big goldenrod star with a triumvirate of miniature horseshoes trailing right after it in a path; the orange mare wore a set of flannel hearts, predominantly pink with intersecting lines of purple and gold laid out like some incomplete grid.

The blond pegasus felt his heart racing a bit when he was now staring at the warmer counterpart: although he didn’t show it, he couldn’t help himself but feel the weight on his shoulders gaining; he took in a deep breath and zeroed in on the latter’s cerise orbs above the cleavage stuttering, “Plaid Stripes… I wasn’t… expecting… to find you here… of all places…”

“Oh, my… this isn’t looking good: one minute he’s mister Chill, now he’s shaking like a leaf; it’s not like CD…” Hyacinth ruminated, taking note of Cloudy Daze’s faltering yet stable stance as he and the indigo stallion were nearby the aforementioned individual in question, “do these two happen to have some kind of history together…?”

“Mmm, I like the fact that Vanhoover’s much more cooler than Manehattan this time of year: the weather’s much more stable and warmer compared to the ice and snow; besides, too many ponies have been traveling up and down Equestria for the summer and not just for the vacationing…” the orange mare had giggled happily.

The freckled blond chimed into the conversation, “at least the zeppelin ride from there was exhilarating like before: makes you as free as a bird to see how small our own little world really is; sometimes you wonder if there’s other places aside home…”

“Home… that’s easy enough to say: at least yours is much rustic; mines just commonplace…!” Plaid spat out strongly yet still maintaining her grin, catching even the indigo pegasus off–guard, “even the concrete jungle’s too much for me sometimes…”

“At least you haven’t been to the capital: trying to see the royals up there in her own hometown was a hassle, not to mention that she happens to have tied the knot with somepony else here; never thought she would do that, let alone start up a family of her own like Shining did…” the indigo stallion said softly, blushing about so to speak of.

Turning to face the freckled blond, the orange mare had cooed sensually, “perhaps you’d like to see something even better: how about if I eat that purple pegasus out while you and her coltfriend whack off to us fillies; what do you say to that…?”

“What?!” the blond pegasus choked out, struggling for some oxygenated air at what Plaid had plainly said, “I didn’t know you were into mares too or maybe I’m the one whom guessed wrong…”

“Don’t take it personally: with many of the fillies in here, it shouldn’t be too surprising in the very least; besides, I’ve already seen enough of them in the nude before I got here, like that cook I’ve made out with years ago…” the orange mare had replied as if Cloudy Daze’s outburst was nothing to sneeze at, figuratively and otherwise.

The indigo pegasus shared the same emotion as Plaid; prior to gaining proximity, the former said to the latter, “perhaps, I can take you up on that offer…”

Suddenly, both blonds felt their hearts skip a beat, treated to the sight of their lovers locking lips with one another with little warning whatsoever. The mismatched males felt their prepuces standing in towards the very mares lost in the throes of their concupiscence as their tongues danced on. Under no circumstance did they expect either Hyacinth or Plaid to hit it off sooner than they could even handle anticipating in the very least.

“Damn…!” Cloudy Daze had murmured only silently, “look at themselves both going at it together…!”