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 earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: fan characters Lemonpuffs and Minituffs will make an appearance in this one and they belong to mt.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third 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.

Rookie Blues

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorless shade than the very pleasant weather occurring outside the confines. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of wind were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the few ponies that were found in attendance, a high yellow stallion was already in the fray gently covered in some hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some true blue was found to be flowing out in a rough shape to the point of covering up both eyes straightaway. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his middleweight form alongside with the tumescent prepuce wafting aimlessly. Shown slathered on the yellow stallion’s very flanks was a gilded fork wrapped around neatly by an enormous red ribbon in the form of a bow.

“Oh, yeah… take it in… take it all in…” he’d muttered hoarsely, gripping his shaft tightly with the froth as his own choice of emollient.

The yellow stallion already found himself lost in the haze, already occupied with his shaft as he’d slid the fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with the warm water and bubbly froth to aid the camp. He was soon to gain momentum as he’d started thrusting forward and back gently so as to avoid falling onto his back due to the slippery tiles; of course, he’d backed himself into a nearby corner only safely. Free to increase the pleasure, the yellow stallion furiously rubbed his moistened yard without a care for time and space, the perspiration and precipitation over his face doing little, if at all, to dissuade him. His chubby cheeks turned red like apples and not just on the face, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition right away, the very sensation within him had soon grown heightened.

At long last, the yellow stallion was satisfied, his creamy fluid escaped into the achromatic solution beneath as it suddenly went down the drain while the nerves and stamina in his whole body finally regained control almost immediately; needless to say, he was more than happy to take on the whole world, at least until another voice had escaped into his ears, “howdy–do…!”

“Hah…!” he’d gasped, startled a bit yet standing his ground with a hint of annoyance, “what the fuck, dude?!”

“Who are you to call me dude…?” the same visitor’s voice replied to the yellow stallion, now indignant so to speak of.

Needless to say, the sounds of wet plops amongst the confines grew closer as the source finally made an appearance, graced with dignity and beauty at first glance. A light green pony wore a blue mane and tail already flowing out from both the cranium and dock respectively, a commonality shared with the yellow counterpart. Unlike him, the observer’s eyes were all freed to see anything, having donned a set of dark green irises circling around pupils amongst the freckled moist integument. Compared to the yellow stallion, the green pony was in a state of extreme dishabille, wearing only a collar that had matched its owner’s tresses as well as his too. Aside from a satchel of berries worn upon the individual’s flanks, this curvaceous yet bulky frame bore large bosoms, some muscles, thin waist, and a prepuce.

Although caught off–guard for the most part, he still said back at once, “sorry, I thought you were one of the other stallions; never thought that I’d see a blue collar here of all places, let alone worn by you…”

“What can you do…?” the green pony sniggered, unfazed by the yellow correspondent’s comment, “it seems like to me you haven’t seen a mare with a member before; although, maybe we’d both gotten off on the wrong hoof so let’s try again: hi, my name is Bindle Stick and it’s a pleasure to meet you. What is your name handsome…?”

“It’s Lemonpuffs… I’m Lemonpuffs…” he panted, his sweat mixing in with the water and mist seamlessly.

Bindle Stick blushed before moving towards the titular tenant slowly, “I want to start off by apologizing for startling you; I didn’t know that you like to partake in some self–service before heading out to party city. It’s nothing to be ashamed of: I like to jerk myself off too sometimes; better than staining the sheets at night.”

“That I can agree with: besides, I also like to fuck ponies too, mares or stallions; do you…?” the yellow stallion replied coyly, stilling blushing about as the green pony joined in, “did I also mention that I’m bisexual?”

“Ah, a colt–cuddler, a modern rarity if I do say so myself: who’s the happy one today…?” Bindle Stick asked him at once.

It didn’t take long for Lemonpuffs to answer, “Minituffs, she’s a zebra and I’m happy to look forward to fucking the stripes off of her slutty butt…”

“Well, isn’t she so cute; sounds like quite the character: what does she do in her spare time…?” the green pony chuckled, turning around to show off haunches as a left hand rested on the shaft, “pretty sure she’s making a name for herself…”

“Indeed she is: Minituffs’ an entrepreneur; I swear she’ll do anything to get paid in this day and age…” the yellow stallion answered while another source of liquid started getting emptied amongst the water.

Taking in another deep breath, Bindle Stick sighed, “I know I’ll do anything for some bits too; besides, that’s why I’m even here anyway: I have a client itching for my cock in her body today. Even though that I happen to have some breasts like much of the mares here, my undercarriage is well–hung like you; ponies like her can’t afford to risk get knocked up with somepony’s foal, not even an intersexual like me. Also, there’s the matter of infecting someponies with diseases and the like: although my line of work has plenty of safeguards against it, I still prefer to use condoms no less.”

“Not me; going bareback is what’s more liberating in my point of view: the feeling my hard cock entering a tight space, especially in the plot makes me horny…” Lemonpuffs replied as his leftmost hand went back onto its owner’s yard, “besides, colt–cuddlers like me aren’t just the only ponies into some backdoor action; mares love having some phallus inserted inside of them. I know it because I once stuck my cock inside Minituffs there but she wasn’t the only one whom I’d fucked the slutty butt off of: I’d also met Trixie before the show and offered to be her assistant back in Ponyville as well as Milky Way back in Trottingham after leaving home for work.”

“You must be such a playcolt, planting your junk in their trunks like there’s no tomorrow: you would’ve made some money in the movies with your big dick; as a matter of fact, she would’ve made some too…” the green pony laughed as she was currently lowering herself to the adjacent yellow stallion almost immediately.

Lemonpuffs became silent for a mere moment, staring at Bindle Stick through his blinding mane: though calm on the outside at first, he didn’t seem sure what to make of it while being looked at; after all, the latter did happen to be feminine, save for one particular attribute the former shared.

Nevertheless, the yellow stallion cracked a smile again while replying to the green pony, “and it seems you what some of my dick too: no matter, you ain’t the first dickgirl I’d the pleasure of having sex with but I’ll make this quick for you; after all, our mares needing some loving too, you know…?”

“Just shut up and get it over with already; I have needs too, blueballs…!” Bindle Stick roared rascally at Lemonpuffs, still glancing right at his sodden prepuce with a profligate grin, “besides, I’m pretty sure I heard you jacking it earlier so I know you want some more, you eager little feague…”

Initially, the green pony utilized the two hands to knead the yellow stallion’s prepuce around playfully like a joystick; before long, the former’s own tongue slipped out and slowly slid about. Somewhat helplessly, all which Lemonpuffs could do was rest one of his hands over the blue mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement Bindle Stick made by licking his shaft.

“Good gobbler… just like that…” the yellow stallion had whispered quietly right into the occupying green pony’s ear, gritting his teeth when the jaded counterpart had currently forwarded both lips inwardly as he’d blushed about.

Bindle Stick enjoyed the sheer fact of stimulating and syphoning Lemonpuffs’ yard even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give the former more room to lick around. The yellow stallion could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt such hot and heavy lips going around his prepuce prior to nestling between the green pony’s massive bust. Now with the shaft sliding throughout until its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, Bindle Stick now started squeezing her cleavage mutually on each side with such maniacal glee. The green pony swayed them up and down concomitantly while its owner’s tongue started to slip through and out below lips afore reaching the tip of Lemonpuffs’ shaft, bringing up more saliva. The yellow stallion started getting aroused at what was getting done with only his soft moaning being the only sound being heard in the waterworks, driving the thought of going inside faster.

Bindle Stick moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long until the sandwiching and tongue tickling around Lemonpuffs’ elongated yard caused it to splatter across the former’s very neckline and then dripped downward between the bared bosoms, “oh… shoot yer hot cum all over my tits…!”

“Hng… UNF…!” the yellow stallion growled loudly as he’d watched the green pony now becoming caked with the same–old fluids from before; afterwards, they’d broke apart at once, “damn, you’re talented…!”

“Heh, it’s all in the wrist, sug…” Bindle Stick chuckled as she rinsed herself clean again right before Lemonpuffs’ obscured line of sight.

At the very same moment in time, not much has changed with the environment itself: skylights remained colorful, mezzanines lit up, windows displayed clearly, attractions were moist, and lifeforms embracing passions. The only thing that changed was the music: now a composite series of strings and percussion with blaring bass tones were playing about acutely, a somewhat similar far cry from its brassy predecessor from earlier ago.

Out of the many still here, Truffle was now kneeling near a lone bench betwixt the railing and himself in the altogether, his muzzle buried into the sheath of another mare similar to the former. A rather moderate pair of cherry shades was found to be making its very way in a short puffed up shape with a jet black hairband bearing the shape and style of some felinity affixed to her ears. Surrounding the stout redhead’s luxurious pupils were circles of glazed violets matching her collar, smiling about and blushing even as the perspiration clung to her red hot yet cooled coat. Compared to the heavyset brunet’s utter lack of attire, she was scantily clad, already wearing a skimpy two piece combo of a black swimsuit yet in a state of dishabille by virtue of baring skin. Shown upon the stout redhead’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of some cookies, each with their own assortment of ingredients within the compositions to differentiate from one another.

Amongst the twosome, she was the first to mewed lasciviously as Truffle slowly but surely lapped at her moist whispering eye within his lidded blushing orbs having already taken aim, “ooh, eat this catty pony out, daddy…!”

“Mmm…!” the heavyset brunet moaned loudly into the stout redhead’s fork, taking ahold of her waistline so as to not lose his grip while the tongue was at work with the adjacent flesh, “you’re such a fucking ho; I love it…!”

Truffle was still bent down on his very knees, having placed his face over the sheath so that the tongue slipped out the mouth slowly slid into her right at once. It wasn’t long that the heavyset brunet licked the stout redhead’s whispering eye, stretched wide by a pair of hands resting on the latter’s taken area immediately. She’d moaned slowly yet loudly as Truffle had ran his tongue around the widening gaskins only centimeters away from reaching the fundament underneath itself. The heavyset brunet could barely help himself but drooled every time he’d gone sliding in and out of the stout redhead repetitively with the occasional descent. In no time, she’d given out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment Truffle’s tongue soon licked deeper within the fork. The sheer coldness of the heavyset brunet had caused a clear fluid to squirt all out from the stout redhead in return, even onto the warm taste buds and croup.

“Hah, please shove your cock inside me already; I’m such a dirty whore…!” she’d slowly heaved, rolling over before to rest her palms onto the metallic balustrade to the point of letting Truffle see the moistened flanks up in front of him.

Sluggishly yet surely, the heavyset brunet had stood up a bit slightly and soon chuckled gruffly, “okay Berry, I’ll do it, for you of course; besides, all this lip service has made me feeling so horny…!”

It wasn’t long until Truffle’s freshly exposed prepuce now went inside of the eponymous mare’s fundament, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the metal surface at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the heavyset brunet held onto the croup firmly with his fingertips gently dug into flesh. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the stout redhead had started feeling her wet sheath getting heated all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water. Now, she was firmly aware of how her whispering eye already burned about with such heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for some food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Berry now moaned loudly since her flanks were occupied by Truffle alone, whom had wasted no time thrusting about. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as the heavyset brunet still bounced up against the stout redhead’s fundament abrasively. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments Truffle got close enough to Berry bursting, her haunches reacting toward his ingresses. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as the stout redhead was losing control of her own body while her brunet lover closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about.

“Please, Truffle…!” Berry gurgled, calling out the aforementioned individual’s name now rubbing her wet fork, “shuffle back into my dirty pussy and give me some truffle butter; I need some in there now…!”

“Are you sure about that?” the heavyset brunet commanded, pumping himself now slowly into the stout redhead whom was so tensed up, a stream of achromatic liquid escaped from her sheath underneath.

Because of this, Berry was crying out almost immediately as Truffle stopped himself midway, “give me truffle butter, please daddy…!”

“Okay…!” the heavyset brunet had said to the stout redhead, gently pulling out of her only to take aim at her whispering eye, “here I cum…!”

“TRUFFLE BUTTER, PLEASE SIR…!” Berry bellowed, bucking her croup against Truffle teasingly as she still dripped about.

A wicked smile grew over the heavyset brunet’s visage as he’d finally switched from the stout redhead’s flanks to her fork, such slick loose lips being more than enough to make his rigid shaft had finally shot into there for her to feel its warmth and his body arching forward to the point they were both becoming reminiscent of an acute angle, a far cry from the quarter turn of events.

Truffle’s muzzle was now edging towards Berry’s ear as he’d whispered real quietly in here, “how was that; pleased that we’d came together, Butter Munch…?”

“Mmm… thank you, daddy Truffle; I needed that…” the stout redhead mewed, sighing about sensually as her brunet lover slid out with a tiny drenched pop, “it’s a shame that Babs and Opal stayed behind in the Crystal Empire; I had so much fun eating them both out back at Rosemound, especially that creampie her coltfriend had made…”

“I know… I’d watched it happened: the fact that you and her were tossing their salads for all that spunk inside them made me feel hot and bothered; besides, the second I heard you two call my name I was more ready to wreck the both of you…” Truffle snickered as he’d watched Berry turn back over again with an illustrious smile on her face as well.

Burning brightly yet chilled to the touch, the stout redhead purred playfully, “yeah, I know, right…? After all, Chocolate Disco barely made it out in time before December ever even started: I’d spent thirty–seven hours squeezing him out of my body; as painful it was, the feeling of our child crawling out made me wet behind the ears and in my birth canal. At the very least, even your cousin Twist was willing to let me clean her back up again; she’d said that nopony else would eat her out there other than Snails or Silver Spoon: not even Apple Bloom would be willing and she wouldn’t do the same…”

“Not even after her coltfriend Tappy gave her anal…?” the heavyset brunet exclaimed a bit, looking at the small puddle of fluids underneath the bench, “that sucked: that would’ve been hot if she’d done that; besides, Twist being the town bicycle doesn’t surprise me in the very slightest…”

“But you also love to give me some backdoor action too, don’t ya…?” Berry cooed, dragging every finger gently hovered in just keen linear motioning, now occupied presently, “besides, sticking your cock there isn’t the only thing that gets me in the mood; eating me out from there can also be nice: even Opal licked my tail there…”

“Perhaps I can be of assistance; mind if we join in…?” another feminine voice had cut into the fold, alerting the amorous duo straightaway.

As soon as Truffle turned around, the source in question led him to find a lonely zebra standing next to the yellow stallion from not too long ago. Like the stout redhead, the individual nearby Lemonpuffs was female but lean, generally coated in blackness save for some white stripey accents. Circling around the zebra’s luxurious pupils were goldenrods sparkling about like flowers and the precious metals found underneath its bedding. Also like the mares present, a collar was worn around the observer’s neck: in her case, it was red, bearing a warmer color than even her own irises. Like Berry, the lean zebra also wore clothes despite being dishabille: a short jet black dress with white frills and gloves along with purple ribbons. Despite having tresses of lost yet soulful silver, the observer was brimming with youthful energy, much like everyone in the vicinity so to speak of.

The heavyset brunet felt his sodden yard toughen a bit when he saw them both so happy together and said, “huh…?”

“My master and I were just about to have a snack break when we saw you two busy enjoying each other’s company; made my own pussy wet as we can see here…” the lean zebra sighed as she hitched up the frilly hemming of her dress to show off her moist sheath, devoid of color and viscosity unlike that of the stout redhead, “I hope we weren’t interrupting you in the very least.”

“That’s okay, although you should’ve seen me plow that Filly Guide earlier; even before I’d came into her dirty pussy, I gave her my lip service: ate out her fluffy tail hole at first like she’d wanted before I’d went to ream her onward…” Truffle said, smirking about as the stout redhead dug into her supersaturated whispering eye prior to pulling out two tacky fingertips straightaway.

With a trail of viscosity being strung along, Berry lapped at the string and cooed, “my sugar daddy knows how make some sweet, sweet Truffle Butter… you’re more than welcome to have some though; just let me clean his cock first…”

“Ah, creampies… I don’t mind having some too…” the yellow stallion blurted out, catching both ponies within his otherwise obscured point of view off–guard, “besides, your pussy seems to be keeping it nice and hot for somepony to go eat it…”

“You have a point: we have been talking about how lonely it has been since we’d gotten here…” the heavyset brunet sighed as he was watching the stout redhead dandled about her integuments, “a crystal pony named Opal Bloom came here with the both of us to one of Smudge Proof’s parties months earlier: even though she’d looked like one of my cousin’s friends, she was older. Thankfully, that millennial was able to get with the times despite the differences between her birthplace and ours; speaking of birth, she’d gotten a job as a wet nurse for our baby son the moment he was born: considering our talents for cooking, Opal became part of our family in essence. Come to think of it, we never even bothered to introduced ourselves in the very least: I’m Truffle Shuffle and this is my cocksleeve Berry Munch, yet I call her Butter Munch because she likes to eat creampies out of other mares; what are your names…?”

“Minituffs, sir… my name’s Minituffs and this is my master Lemonpuffs; we’ve both met a long time ago back in Trottingham but we’ve also moved to Ponyville within the following years to raise our twins: Cotton Puff and Lemon Drop…” the titular tenant stuttered a bit before finding the strength to give Truffle and Berry her reply.

The stout redhead jerked upward to face the lean zebra with a bright blushing beam over the visage and squealed, “oh, twins; you’ve must have been pretty proud to have them…! I wish we can meet them soon someday; they must be so cute together…!”

“I know but they won’t be for long: after all, they’re still growing foals after all; even I know that…” Lemonpuffs sighed as his prepuce grew more rigid than before, even after having unloaded into the green pony earlier, “besides, isn’t it about time that we have some free samples your leaving out…?”

“Oh, yeah… I remember now: I just left a nice hot batch of Truffle Butter in the oven that’s waiting to be eaten; would either of you be willing to have some…?” Berry cooed, having spread both gaskins wide before the three equines nearby; of them, the yellow stallion couldn’t resist licking his lips yet Minituffs felt a growing puddle of fluids beneath the clothes and hooves.

Needless to say, the lean zebra had collapsed onto her kneecaps and gently replied to the stout redhead up in front, “I’d be delighted to: it would be an honor for the likes of me to be sampling your wares; besides, even your master can appreciate my talents in cleaning you up for the next round.”

“Can’t argue with that logic here…” the heavyset brunet chuckled as Minituffs crawled up in between Berry’s cannons with their tongue slipping outwardly with both expectation and anticipation respectively, “what are you waiting for…? Eat up…!”

Just like Truffle prior, the lean zebra placed her face over the stout redhead’s fork and slipped the tongue inwardly, providing the monochrome mare some flavor. It wasn’t long until Minituffs had started licking Berry straightaway, stretching the latter widely with a pair of gloves still belonging to the former immediately. The stout redhead moaned loudly again as the lean zebra ran roundabout the widening gaskins only centimeters away, eating their earlier emanation effortlessly. Both the heavyset brunet and the yellow lightweight barely helped themselves but drool each time the mares up in front were enjoying each other’s company. In no time, Berry gave out more small moans, turned into loud yelps of happiness once more the moment Minituffs’ tongue soon licked deeper inside the sheath. Even though the stout redhead was now all cleaned up, the lean zebra never left her side, lapping up the very residue as well as the excess fluid from the former.

“Lemon?!” Minituffs shrieked a bit as she’d broken away from Berry’s whispering eye, turning around to find that Lemonpuffs abaft them both now had lifted up the frilly hemming of the former’s little black dress.

With the yellow stallion gripping his shaft inches away from the lean zebra’s open region, he’d sighed happily, “it’s okay, we’re all friends here…”

Needless to say, Minituffs felt Lemonpuffs slide his yard in and out rapidly, wavering around and increasing in luxurious synchronicity; this did little to deter her as she was still stuck in betwixt the two equines. Vastly small high–pitched moans escaped from the stout redhead’s wet lips again with added panting prior to slowly turning into some intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine. The yellow stallion could barely help himself grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time his thrusting prepuce punctured through the lean zebra, causing her to push further into the adjacent target’s saturated flesh. Still grasping onto Berry tightly, Minituffs lolled her tongue into her, sensing the shaft shoved in by Lemonpuffs as all three equines were recoiling about while Truffle stroked in the former’s direction on standby now. The fact the yellow stallion was lodged within the lean zebra made him more hot and bothered than before, feeling her flanks contract every push and pull alongside the brief moments in between their pleasures. With Lemonpuffs’ yard buried inside Minituffs, she’d still lapped at the stout redhead’s dripping fork; each time they all moved roundabout, they’d felt their coats rubbing off of each other in the hot and heavy airspace. The threesome felt their perspiration already pouring through one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever, the continuous efforts getting all of them to a pinnacle. Excitement was just around the corner for them; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment: Berry barely took it any longer, yelling at the peak of it all while shooting out more juices.

“Oh, daddy…!” the stout redhead caterwauled as the lean zebra broke away at once before being splashed on, “I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN…!”

Needless to say, the yellow stallion started slamming into Minituffs as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relaxed anyway despite the rather lack of consistent ease and moisture deeply within, the former pumping further inward to deliver more crushing blows to the latter in a steady pattern at least prior to unloading for the other duo nearby to bear witness to right away.

“How do you like that; pleased that you’d gotten what you’d wanted, Mini…?” asked Lemonpuffs, grabbing the lean zebra by the bust.

Minituffs mewed, sighing about as her lover pinched her nubbins hard, “pleasant… miss Berry had exceeded beyond my expectations…”

“Yeah, I know that… that’s why I like her…” the heavyset brunet sighed as he quickly painted the eponymous mare’s face white with his extract, the same fluid he’d discharged into her sheath earlier before being consumed by the lean zebra recently, “drink it in; that’s what success tastes like…”

“Mm…” the stout redhead gurgled as she’d now leaned over to Truffle’s side to lap at his moist prepuce, taking plenty of time to savor the sensuous flavors from not too long ago for what it was worth.

Unbeknownst to the quartet, Bindle Stick was now found to be kneeling about nearby the water, accompanied by two mares upfront also in the altogether bearing many significant differences. Of the duo, one of them was coated in a pinkish scheme, wearing locks of both purple and white while the other donned a gray braiding with tresses lighter than that despite being just as young. Secondly, the colorful mare had only bore some adventurous azure around the amorous pupils whereas her metallic counterpart wore brilliant violets contained by the light blue spectacles. Though both curvaceous, the pink tenant possessed a smaller cleavage with thickly tinted plums while the young gray correspondent was more ample than the former, painted a scanner darkly. Because of the utter lack of textiles, their flanks were especially enough to differentiate the duo: the colorful attendant wore another blue crown, the latter bore a steely spoon with an amethyst. With that said, they also had some collars already worn around the necklines like the green pony: the pink tenant had only donned some jet black; the silvery counterpart wore a reddish scheme.

Standing right in front of the three mismatched equines was another orange stallion with his hands over its owner’s saturated and mucilaginous prepuce. Only a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses were already found to be slicked back neatly, already matching his eyes the colorful mare also possessed. Like the many whom were in attendance, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, already showing off his own limber frame compared to Tender Taps. Donned right over his very flanks were a rather simplistic illustration of a ligneous bat already accompanied by a white sphere inches away from each other.

Of the two mares whom were moaning and squealing about, the pink pony was the first to break away from the metallic whispering eye underneath just as Bindle Stick pushed into her at once, “fuck yeah, ream your huge cock inside me, shemale…!”

“Just tell your… little gray friend… to hold you tight; I’m about to… cum real soon here…!” the green pony spat out huskily as the crowned fundament was still being secured anyway, despite the throes of concupiscence the three of them were in, “almost… almost…”

“AHHHN…!” the colorful mare mewed before breaking away from both equines straightaway: unlike Bindle Stick who still maintained composure, the young gray correspondent was soaked with the former’s deluge; at the same time, the orange stallion also unloaded into the moistened fork belonging to the latter mare, his extract also landing onto the wet and messy coating at once.

As soon as the green pony finally gave way, the metallic tenant had sighed joyfully, “oh, Diamond Tiara… how was all that hard fucking; wouldn’t you agree that coming to this place was a great idea…?”

“Even better… I know that I’ve seen Vanhoover plenty of times but this one is the best of times: all the hot air and sunlight and none of the ice and snow…” the aforementioned pony answered, “it’s a shame that we haven’t gotten together like this more often when we were growing foals; the water is just so invigorating, Silver Spoon…”

“That was before we’d grown up over the years, Ditty: this resort isn’t for little baby ponies; even the notion of hosting a super sweet sixteen here would be ineffable for many parents…” the bespectacled counterpart sighed as she’d crawled over to her pink friend’s side until they were currently face–to–face with one another, their moist skin having already made contact yet again.

Blushing about, Diamond Tiara had giggled to Silver Spoon, “that and the fact it’s still sunny outside; thankfully, the glass windows themselves are one–way only: nopony outside can see us but we can see the scenery from the comforts of our hot and sexy party…”

It didn’t take long for both mares locked lips almost immediately at once, cloaked in sweat, saps, and saliva before the water underneath them had cleaned it straightaway. As far as anyone can see, he and Bindle Stick could barely believe what was happening: the pink and silver twosome was now right within their mutual embrace at once. With both of them mares currently biting their lips and tongues as well as each other gently all throughout, they were cooperative, collaborating so as to become at ease. Every second spent trading kisses with one another was bliss; not even the other fluids from before had dared to deter the twosome at all, not that any of them minded. The two others whom were literally standing by was firmly aware of the differences they’d both possessed alongside their few commonalities simply through touching. Right throughout their own lidded eyes, the very irises had instantaneously met with a subdued clash of shades, hue, and cry in between their shared concupiscent ways. Already lost in the moment of the passing times, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were both still tongue–tied by their momentary lust amongst themselves, flailing about.

“Speaking of which, don’t you think it’s about high time that I go get in on the action now…?” the orange stallion said to the metallic mare whom turned around to give him a frolicsome nod, “now then…”

“Ooh, so hot: I should’ve let you put your wienie inside there before you’d came, First Base!” Silver Spoon exclaimed coyly after he’d knelt.

The young gray mare lolled her tongue, sensing First Base’s shaft shoved in her fundament with little warning only to recoil about while Diamond Tiara felt the sudden addition of force applied. The fact the orange stallion was now lodged within Silver Spoon had made him more hot and bothered than ever, feeling her croup contract every push and pull along the brief moments. Despite being on top of the pink pony, the young gray mare maintained a tighter grip with their mews growing loud with each passing thrust through stirring about with momentum so to speak. First Base soon paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Silver Spoon’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution produced by her and Diamond Tiara’s previous performance overall. Needless to say, the orange stallion started slamming into the young gray mare as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax despite the lack of ease and moisture deep within her. Pumping further inward, First Base had delivered more crushing blows to Silver Spoon in a steady rhythm prior to unloading the deluge right onto the pink pony’s sheath from hers alone.

Sure enough, the orange stallion bucked his hips into the young gray mare fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along some more to little end in sight as he relented immediately afterwards; she’d broke away from him easily just as a small string of white liquid right in between them did so too while Diamond Tiara felt the collective weight off of her own body becoming lightened.

Needless to say, the pink pony had some breathing room relinquished back to her again so she can exhale, “fuck, no wonder why Twist loves having some anal: it’s so hard and tight, plus you don’t even get pregnant from normal intercourse…”

“Oh, come on, Ditty… it’s not like you’ve never considered it in your lifetime; besides, you would’ve been all set if you hadn’t been so picky with your taste in colts…” Silver Spoon simply said to Diamond Tiara blithely, “anyways, did you ever even consider inviting Sticks to the dinner table…?”

“Don’t even go there: even though things are patching up between mom and dad lately, I don’t think they take kindly to her; besides, I’m worried about how they’ll react should I do so…” the pink pony prattled on to her metallic counterpart before sitting upright, resting her kneecaps within the water underneath themselves.

The green pony soon interjected abruptly, “oh, please… I’ve seen this kind of attitude one too many times; ponies nowadays can’t even help themselves but wonder about ponies like me: ‘are traps gay?’ That’s nothing more than a trick question spoken by the likes of ponies too poor to sleep with those already turning them for one reason or another. Plainly put, what’s the point of sticking to one identity if you’re one gender above the waistline yet another beneath much like myself, a mare with a horsecock; besides, ponies who happen to be into chicks with dicks never seem to consider the opposite possibility: what if someone else was born a male yet has a vagina instead of a penis? Ignoring sexual proclivities overall, they also seem to ignore other problems that us intersexuals such in particular like fashion choices, romance options, and the crippling feeling of loneliness despite being surrounded by others who used to say the line about sticks and stones along with all that jazz.”

“Talk about philosophy; existentialism much…?” he spoke back, earning an aside glance viewing askew from Bindle Stick, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon almost immediately, “what…?”

“Just because your twenty–third chromosome is perfect doesn’t mean you can goes measuring it around others to prove yourself to be better…” the pink pony spoke indignantly.

Just as First Base was agape at Diamond Tiara’s reply, the quartet was caught off–guard by some loud moaning, “OH, LANCELOT…!”

It was at this moment they’d turned their heads to find another foursome off in the cold distance: consisting of a lone pegasus mare already being occupied by three stallions, she was exposed to both Shady and Green whom were also unclothed; in addition, another stallion in the altogether found beneath, gray like the metallic mare but with light blue tresses and a rapier on the flanks.

“Whoa, look at her go: I never took Harmony as some kind of exhibitionist, let alone into triple penetration; I thought she was with you–know–who…!” the surprised Silver Spoon spoke out, seeing the saddled spectral subsidiary soaking in several secretions, “Ditty, any idea as to how it correlates to her appearance now…?”

“Does it matter…?” the crowned pony rejoined the metallic mare mildly, watching as Rainbow Harmony was being engulfed with ecstasy thanks to all three of the very stallions around herself gyrating about in unison like emptyheaded defeated officials from all sorts of backgrounds electing degenerates to hold public office.

Considering how far they were from the observant quartet despite other equines being present, the pink pegasus could only hear the grunts of her explorers as she felt her loins convulsing about in synchronicity before something wild, wet, and warm entered the lone body to fill up at once.

Afterwards, both brothers broke away from Rainbow Harmony due to not being tied down to her weight or lack thereof in their case; as for the remainder, it wasn’t long until she’d rolled off of him as well, feeling under pressure no more.

Of the two supine equines resting about with faces above the water still, the steely stallion shown his slated orbs as he spoke through the panting and moaning sighing, “wow, what a way to start off the occasion here; I never imagined you being in to this kind of thing no less: two brothers loading your muzzle and breech whereas I’d entered the old–fashioned way…”

“Anything to rid myself of the taint that traitor left behind onto by my; even the frequents bathing and showering is of little help to me if at all…” the pink pegasus had exhaled promptly, turning her head on the side to face Lancelot right away also blushing about so to speak, “I never asked for much: just a friend and she betrayed me; she betrayed the trust I place into her…!”

“She played us all…” the silver stallion said.

Rainbow Harmony orated, “yeah, but I was the one who let her play my heart like a fiddle in the first place; even though we were different from one another, ponies couldn’t stop asking about me: first it was about Rainbow Dash but now it’s about that young traitor…!”

“Don’t let what she did to us get to you: you’re an original, one–of–a–kind I might add, even in Equestria of all places; even the Element Bearers wouldn’t have thought differently of you…” Lancelot said to the pink pegasus, laying a hand gently over her red–hot cheekbone straightaway, “besides, that Wonderbolt would’ve loved what the new generation would’ve made the team…”

“Really, you honestly think I’d have been Wonderbolt material too…?” Rainbow Harmony inquested, now elated suddenly.

The silver stallion soon smiled back at the shivering pink pegasus, saying somewhat simplistically all of the sudden, “of course: even without her on the team, you would’ve been an inspiration for your peers nonetheless; besides, you have your other talents and hobbies too… much like me…”

“Like what, Lancelot; what could you also do besides fencing and the like…?” the terse Rainbow Harmony had replied to the titular tenant only ever so timidly, “isn’t that what your life is based around…?”

“Not quite, I also cook and make ceramics for a hobby; I once made a sculpture of three pigeons out of clay one time: red, green, and blue…” the silver stallion solved the spectral sightseer’s simple query.

Rainbow Harmony outcried, shooting upwardly, “really, when can it be the best time to see them after this party is over…?”

“Tuesday, my sweet…” Lancelot chatted decently, “for now, let’s clean ourselves up; I can’t wait to let you have a turn…”

“Fair enough; besides, the brothers had done more than a good job at having their fun with the likes of me, a rainbow maned pretty, pretty pegasus of all the ponies in Equestria: I’m no Miss Dash but I bet I can last longer than her…” the pink pegasus sighed as she’d started to take a stand straightaway, no longer bound by the seeds of suspicion.

The silver stallion also followed suit, the water slipping from his tresses and coating as well while he replied, “I suppose I’ll hold you to it; besides, I’m feeling a bit hungry so I’ll wait up after you at the teashop when we’re done…”

“Sure…” Rainbow Harmony chirped, “see ya later…!”

It didn’t take long for both equines to find the time and effort into going about right throughout the tiny yet sizeable abundance of ponies; though their energies were mostly expended, their passions continued to rage onward, leaving them with plenty of time and effort to themselves to use as they see fit within the very confines.

Of the remaining tenant, a blue unicorn was literally sitting at the sidelines, much like what the pink pegasus had done before, albeit joyful. He’d worn some tresses with two differing colors but unlike shades vying for dominance, his only consisted of cerulean and amber spikes. Of course, the blue unicorn was wearing a pair of red board shorts, showing off his limber but athletic frame as he was moisten with water. Nevertheless, another commonality they had shared was their coldly colored pupils: in his case, it was warmer, a darker shade than the coat.

“To be young and in love; what a time to be alive…” the blue unicorn cerebrated as he was watching his peers inside the complex, already occupied with themselves and the others too so to speak of.

Unbeknownst to him, one lone gilded mare was found to be standing behind straightaway, no doubt a tenant much like the former alone. Regions of raspberry and rose were found running away all throughout her tresses, two colors already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the gilded mare’s tresses were light lavender bows resting at the near end, holding them in place despite being of a smaller size. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of sea green were already widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by some larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all that she wore was a red collar around the neckline and a white bikini barely covering her modesty. Considering the near lack of clothing thereof, her very body had showed off the moderate bust, miniature umbilicus, and slender waistline. Resting upon her flanks was a blue feathery quill writing down a black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her body was clean.

At this particular moment in time, the gilded mare was carrying a pair of canteens in her hands when she’d greeted the blue unicorn immediately, “Skeedaddle, are you ready for this…?”

“Anything for you, my lovely Kettle…” the eponymous stallion soon answered as she’d bared her cleavage with little warning whatsoever, “oh my Celestia…!”

“Mm…!” Kettle moaned as her friend had started latching onto her more petite cleavage, feeling the latter’s tongue swirling away.

The blue unicorn fondled the other bosom slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from the gilded mare’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind ribbons of salivation. Kettle’s moaning started to intensify when she’d felt Skeedaddle’s teeth started chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk spurted from them and went inside, sending chills. The otherwise dirty deed continued onward for merely a few minutes until the blue unicorn lifted himself upwardly to the gilded mare’s lips, kissing her once again as she’d tasted her own liquid glands soon enough.