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'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: Samoa, Savannah Smile, and Trefoil belong to ArtAnon; I have nothing else to say.

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

Peppermint Greens

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few, Coconut Cream was currently in the altogether overall, washing her hands as she barely paid some attention whatsoever to her steamy reflection up in front. The amber eyes were filled with concupiscence and relief as the sweat off of these brows became mixed with the water and foam already swirling into the drain underneath. Of course, the silver heavyweight was firmly aware of the fact her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her already moistened considering the environment she was in.

“Hah… what a relief…” she’d cerebrated as a small grasp of water within her hands was doused onto her perspiring face, the cold soft feeling as well as the texture had soon made its way down the mane and coat.

Shivering about, Coconut Cream heard a voice enter her ears, “CiCi, I’m coming out soon; are you ready…?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right with you shortly…” the silver heavyweight answered back, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “Too–Roo, what do you want to do next for the time being…?”

“Just some cuddling for the time being; my pussy’s still sore after what you did to me…” the pink pony’s voice replied.

In spite of the mist, Coconut Cream paced herself away from the sink and followed the source of it all, finding a shadow within along with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, the heavyweight observer assumed that said form in question belonged to her fit friend; after all, the latter had given the former a reason to even be here. Nevertheless, Coconut Cream was also aware that neither of them was alone, despite the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less mares like her and Toola–Roola.

Of course, whomever the silver heavyweight had encounter wasn’t even an equine of any kind to begin with: rather, it was a griffin of the same gender as her. Like fur, much of the winged body was covered in feathers, many of which were a grayish cyan matching the eyes along some silvery and light blue accents. Found upon the cyan griffin’s face wasn’t a muzzle but a beak colored in the brilliant gold with matching talons sharper than hands yet gentle nevertheless. Regarding the outward attire, a red collar had been adorning the very owner’s neck; in addition, a turquoise rubber band was also found tying the plumes back. Besides the cyan griffin’s bouncy bosoms, she also happened to have a leonine waistline, paws, and tail, key differences between herself and Coconut Cream.

Speaking of which, before the silver heavyweight could even say anything, the winged witness cut ahead of the curve with a greeting, “hi, there…”

“Hello, there…!” Coconut Cream coughed up quickly, “I haven’t seen you before; who are you…?”

“I’m Gabriella, but you can call me Gabby; it’s a pleasure to see you…” the cyan griffin had introduced herself to the heavyset equine at once.

Noticing an outstretched talon, Coconut Cream shook it and said to Gabby, “don’t mention it: it’s just that I’d never consider the notion that you would come here of all places; is this your first time in Vanhoover…?”

“Not even close: most of the times I’d came here was on business and even I didn’t stay here for long; as a matter of fact, I had to help ship out a huge surplus of goods from there years ago…” the cyan griffin answered, shivering about despite being showered in warm water nevertheless, “at least it wasn’t on Hearths Warming; anyways, is this your first time here…?”

“Not just that… Too–Roo and I came here together because of the invite; for what it was worth, it was a good thing that summer had just begun earlier: I heard that this hot springs resort is usually packed when the city is snowing…” the silver heavyweight retorted as she started to sweat as well.

Gabby then said to Coconut Cream out of confusion, “wait, it also snows in Vanhoover as well…?”

“Yeah, of course: it’s up near the mountain ranges; lake effect snow is more common around that season…” the heavyset equine replied to the cyan griffin immediately, “all the more reason to stay here in Ponyville, that and Too–Roo no less; speaking of which, this is not the first party we’d went to: Rosemound was also cold but not unsafe to traverse through if you have a map…”

“Rosemound, I happen to love that city; it’s such a nice place to visit: fine dining, beautiful sights, even the climate…!” Gabby exclaimed.

Coconut Cream cachinnated considerately, “Too–Roo didn’t; around new years’ she’d came down with the cold and had to spend the week in bed. It was scary, you know: I’d tried to contact her but I didn’t get a reply in the very least; for that long of a time, I had thought she’d perished…”

“I heard that…!” the pink pony interjected, catching both the silver heavyweight and the cyan griffin off–guard as the former had materialized before them both, “I’m no ghost or zombie as you can see here…”

“Oh, hi there, I didn’t know that you were nearby; I tried calling out to see if anybody else was here earlier but I guess I was wrong…” Gabby replied as water dripped down from Toola–Roola’s tresses and coating, no longer bound by textiles save for another lone red collar around the neckline.

With a roll of the eye, the pink pony paid no mind and prattled about, “this is just like that time I came looking for CiCi in the shower only to find another pony at first; she was just like the lot of us: all on her lonesome with no coltfriend of her own and with so much on her mind. Apparently, she showed up to the party with some friends of her own from the schoolhouse but none of them had taken an interest in her at all; they both seemed to have fillyfriends of their own: one of them was with some Manehattanite and the other was with Twist. Neither of us paid any mind whatsoever on the account of being really into each other and the like, and I mean really into each other: I was shoving a strapon in and out of her flankhole so fast she felt like it was going to start bleeding all of the sudden…”

“Ooh, that sounds hot; I never had somebody put something like that into my backside…” the cyan griffin sighed in a sultry tone camouflaging with the environment the threesome were still in, “I might as well ask him to try it…”

“Him… you mean to tell us that you have a special somebody of your own here and now; who is he, what is he like…?” Coconut Cream interjected all of the sudden, sending a jolt to Toola–Roola’s back.

Smiling wide, Gabby replied, “Cucumber Seed…”

“Cucumber Seed…?” the silver heavyweight said in a slight shock at the cyan griffin’s answer, “you mean to tell me that out of all the choices in Equestria and beyond for a romantic partner, you’d picked him, a pony…?”

“What’s wrong with that…?” Gabby sneered.

Coconut Cream regained her composure and said, “nothing; I didn’t mean to offend you this way: it’s just that I thought you would’ve brought a mate of your own from Griffinstone no less.”

“Relax, it’s not the time before Equestria’s founding: no one’s at each other’s throats this time around; just some good, good smiles all–round…” the cyan griffin laughed a bit before starting to leave this place right away with the two equines following suit, “besides, let’s finish up and head on out of the door; I think he’s just about finished with freshening up by now…”

They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself still no different from before in their entirety so to speak of; the only exception was the music, melodic winds and wires with the occasional striking of keys were playing acutely: together, they were the epitome of both refinement and gentleness, a greater far cry from its prior percussive predecessor.

Of the masses, Flutterbye was found near two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessing certain commonalities that the former shared besides the lack of clothes; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of wings upon both their bodies. For starters, here was a stallion whose coat, although white as snow had patches of brown all throughout his very body that matched his eyes; standing next to him, another zebra mare with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks. Secondment, the former was a brunet: although matching the spots, his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neckline; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out but it did nothing whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color save for a blue collar. Thirdly, the patchy pony had worn a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the zebra donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics. Even their facial structures almost had the observer confused due to their varying appearances: his muzzle was rounded out, like many of the mares but it was filled up with some confidence; hers, however, was more boxy since it possessed various angles and a curvilinear base as well. The most contentious piece of detail between the two ponies in the altogether was their stature: the patchy pony had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight so to speak of; the zebra was also lightweight albeit with such a bust in the size of baseballs that sagged a bit.

“Mmm… I’m ready to have a nasty threesome, master Pipsqueak…” the fruity pegasus moaned, her bared body showing off the petite cleavage, miniature umbilicus, and slender sheath as well as flanks full of fluttering butterflies, albeit plum.

The titular tenant tittered a bit before turning to face the monochromatic observer, “it looks like that our dear little Flutterbye is ready to finish the morning off with a bang; wouldn’t you agree, Samoa…?”

“As you wish, master Pipsqueak; it’s no secret that she’ll leak…” the lone zebra answered as she walked over to the fruity pegasus’ side without a care, sending out a tingle throughout the former’s spine, “besides, the morning hours due and she’s ready for me and you; at this rate, we’ll all be peaked…”

“Oh, Samoa…” Flutterbye mewed softly.

Since both mares were still standing straight anyways, their cold eyes were accented by blushing considering both faces maintained a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their hot lips grew closer to one another while the patchy pony’s trembling had started getting a rise from his prepuce. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves on the cold waterfront underneath: the zebra was already residing below the fruity pegasus. Neither mare had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing.

“Oh…!” Flutterbye squealed, breaking away from Samoa’s lips to find that Pipsqueak had planted his shaft inside her fundament.

The patchy pony remained gentle as he whispered softly into the fruity pegasus’ floppy ear like sweet nothings, “it’s okay, we’re here for you…”

Flutterbye lolled her tongue as she’d sensed Pipsqueak currently shoving into her small croup, recoiling about while Samoa had held the former tightly as the latter went to work right away. The fact the patchy pony was lodged within the fruity pegasus made him more hot and bothered than before, feeling her flanks contract every push and pull along the brief moments in between. Because of the delicate structure, Flutterbye was relieved to find her fundament had maintained a tighter grip, her mews growing loudly with each passing thrust about stirring with momentum. Pipsqueak had paused for a moment to savor the feeling of the fruity pegasus’ flat formation and their collective solution being made by herself and the lone zebra’s opening performance overall. Needless to say, the patchy pony started slamming into Flutterbye as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax anyway despite the rather lack of ease and moisture within her croup. Pipsqueak pumped himself further in, delivering more crushing blows to the fruity pegasus in a steady pattern prior to discharging herself onto the monochromatic counterpart’s moistened fork.

“Hng…” Flutterbye gritted throughout her clenched teeth as Samoa held on firmly, both of their whispering eyes dripping so fast before the patchy pony knew, “oh, Celestia… I’m about to burst already…!”

“Just a little more…!” Pipsqueak grunted.

Before long, a wicked smile had grew onto the patchy pony’s roundabout face as he’d finally shot into the fruity pegasus’ flanks for the lone zebra underneath to feel before they’d given one another one more passionate kiss between themselves, finally at ease with what had been done just recently.

With both mares left alone, Samoa spoke to Flutterbye with a grin, “so, how was it, Madame Flutterbye, tell us ‘twas swell, not a lie: did the sweet sensation of some double penetration let some joy into your eyes…?”

“I wouldn’t call it that: you weren’t wearing a strapon this time around, I’m afraid…” the fruity pegasus said, still burning bright from Pipsqueak pulling his yard out with a wet pop at once, “even Babs liked it better when you’d rammed her good months ago; besides, one of your Filly Guide friends is using it right now…”

“Oh, yeah, Trey; fuck me rotten…!” a loud feminine voice echoed into the threesome’s ears right away.

Further away from them were two mares, on a bench, also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they possessed certain commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, and sweat over their bodies; of course, there were many significant differences between them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them was a lemony pegasus with darker tresses too while the other was a minty unicorn with teal tresses accented by brighter stripes overall. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in retinal composition between the mismatched two: only the blonde bore a lone nevus underneath one of her glowing green eyes whereas the minted counterpart had worn some brilliant sky blue containing illustrious excitement within. Out of the two equines in question, the lemony pegasus had a buxom formation with a thickly tinted pinkness while the minty unicorn was more petite, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former wore colorful nosegays, the latter carried a trio of curved arrows trailing about. Like many of the visitors around themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necks red like the concupiscence enveloping the majority; with that said, the blonde sat over the jaded counterpart whom wore an artificial protuberance.

The minty unicorn was pushing up into the lemony pegasus while latching at the sheath and bosom in front of her, cerebrating about, “that’s right, Savannah, you’re almost there; it won’t be long now…”

“AHN…!” the blonde moaned as she felt her prodded fork becoming more loose with liquid shooting out from there instantaneously; afterwards, she turned to the jaded counterpart at once, “no wonder why Tails likes you so much: you’re so confident in your abilities to please a mare such as myself, Trefoil…”

“Such a shame that she wasn’t invited no less; she would’ve love the party that he’s throwing us: all that warm water and the attractions too…” the eponymous mare sighed softly before pecking Savannah on the cheek.

The lemony pegasus then exhaled, sliding off of the minty unicorn’s lap to the only free space nearby before speaking, “oddly enough, she’s not the only pony to sit this one out from what Samoa told us: aside from our friends Tag–A–Long, Dulce, and Do–Si–Do, Snips and Babs haven’t shown up either; of course, Apple Bloom and her friends told me about their plans…”

“Speaking of which, you seem to be eased with your coltfriend letting you go to Vanhoover alone; I thought you and Rumble were going steady after your career takes off or something…” Trefoil spoke to Savannah as they were briefly watching the others going about their own ways, “did anything happen between you two…?”

“Not at all: I heard that his big brother has been married to somepony for a long time; word on the street is they’re going to have a foal sometime soon this year…” the lemony pegasus had simply answered the minty unicorn without any kind of hesitation within the former whatsoever.

This made Trefoil’s smile grow wider as she’d exclaimed, “oh, how wonderful: did you get to meet the happy housewife yet; what is she like…?”

“Can’t say that I’ve gotten around to see the mare whom married my coltfriend’s brother, at least not yet; come to think of it, I know little about her in the very least…” Savannah simply sighed softly as she stared at the skylights above themselves so to speak of, “of course, I’ve heard rumors it’s some zebra from another land, nothing more…”

“I see…” the minty unicorn replied as she and the lemony pegasus were now treated to the sight of the patchy pony resting on his kneecaps with Flutterbye prostrate towards his prepuce as the lone zebra nearby them entering her fingertips close to the fundament while kissing him on the lips.

Needless to say, Savannah started standing up and spoke to Trefoil soon enough, “I’m thirsty: I think it’s about high–time for me to get a glass of tea; do you want something to drink too, Trey…?”

“Not a bit, though I would like some biscuits; I am feeling kind of peckish so to speak…” the minty unicorn answered, following suit as they passed by so many of their peers, few of whom were in a swimming pool so to speak.

Likewise, two more mismatched ponies alike in fair dignity at first glance were found to be possessed certain commonalities such as light coating, purple eyes, and crimson hues; of course, they also had significant differences between themselves. For starters, the buxom pony currently found to be sitting at the edge of the water was but a pasty white mare wearing a purple collar whereas the other lanky equine whom resided near her was a gilded unicorn with his muzzle already buried in her lap. Secondment, the former was a redhead, wearing her supersaturated and elongated frizzy coiffure with some strands out of place whereas the latter possessed only tidy turquoise tresses despite the overabundance of fluid underneath the neckline thereof. Thirdly, the beige lounger had worn a pair of candy canes affixed into the shape of a heart on both flanks out in the dry air while the gilded swimmer donned a purple gastropod with a shell in a darker shade being shown deep within the wet waters. Out of the two ponies, the sedentary redhead bore irises of light fuchsia focused onto the jaded mane which had already belonged to her freckly counterpart whose dark indigo orbs had targeted the whispering eye, his tongue slurping and licking about.

The beige mare couldn’t resist giggling about as the gilded unicorn pushed his way in with such avid glee, “ooh… you’re thuch a good kither, Thnailth… now I know how Apple Bloom felt when her coltfriend and I did it to her so long ago…”

Soon, he’d started feeling the frizzy redhead’s clutched hand now resting on his mane as she felt him tickling her dear sheath before slowly sliding it in, such tightness knowing no bounds at all. Snails now ran his tongue around the beige mare’s gaskins as they were starting to spread a bit further wide, barely help themselves but drooled every second the achromatic liquid clung on. With the gilded unicorn’s pink tongue sliding in and out of the frizzy redhead’s fork repetitively, his hands held onto to her abdomen; in no time, she gave out more small moans of contentment. They’d turned to loud yelps of happiness the moment his tongue licked deeper in the whispering eye, the sheer cold of both compounds now calling forth another, this time from the beige mare.

“Mph…!” Snails suppressed a grunt after breaking away from the frizzy redhead, looking upwardly to find her smiling amorously, “even after all these years, you still have the same great taste like before, Twist…”

“Jutht thtay outta the way; I’m gonna ––– ahh…!” the aforementioned female struggled to speak before another fluid soon started to escape from her: unlike the others, it was tinted in a goldenrod scheme in the form of an arc hitting the surface of the pool where the gilded unicorn resided; thankfully, he’d taken heed to her words and avoided the direct onslaught straightaway.

He’d watched as the other solution, despite the small concentration, make contact with the larger body of water resting adjacently: because of this, nothing much had changed from the sudden reaction so to speak, not that the frizzy redhead cared in the least; afterwards, she’d laughed, “well, now with that ith out of the way, perhapth I’d thuppose you’ll punith thith anal thlut…”

“Eeyup…!” Snails snapped sportively, “turn over…!”

“Yes, mathter…” Twist sniggered, rotated about so that her fundament was now facing the tense fluid surface from earlier, her bust resting upon the solid earthenware underneath the integument as she remained moist as the mixtures from earlier.

Wavering about, the gilded unicorn took the beige redhead’s snickering and squirming as an invitation for his shaft grew rigid and sharp; grasping her croup with a smack, he’d said softly, “now…!”

With the same tongue from before, Snails spread Twist’s flanks apart before jutting right back in her once again, this time in there which had sent tingles throughout her very body. Shutting both eyes tightly, the beige redhead had suppressed quiet moans before reopening them, looking onward in contentment as the gilded unicorn latched onto her fundament. With Snails’ muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath beneath Twist, yielding even more pleasure. Each time the gilded unicorn’s tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, the beige redhead drooled with hunger and thirst from his very exploration therein. Needless to say, Snails stretched Twist’s flanks a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to closed the hot pink eyes again and give out a louder moan. The beige redhead had started gurgling about as the dribble from the gilded unicorn’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing she would’ve done more to support herself earlier.

“Mmm… don’t thtop, Thnailth: keep eating me out; your tongue inthide me ith keeping me tho hot…” Twist mewed as the titular tenant tapped into her tight fundament with his tongue before it was time to take it out; this left her bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing, “why didn’t you keep going jutht now: ith there thomething wrong…?”

“Not at all, my little cunt: I was just lubing you up before I fuck your fluffy little rear off of you like the slut you are…!” the gilded unicorn answered, standing up with his yard merely inches away from the beige redhead’s soiled ingresses.

It wasn’t long until Snails’ freshly exposed yard currently went inside of Twist’s croup, causing the latter to let out a big sigh as she planted her hands onto the rough concrete. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as the gilded unicorn clung onto the beige redhead firmly, his fingernails gently digging in. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did Twist started feeling her fork getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained nearby. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, Snails pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as the gilded unicorn still bounced against the beige redhead with growing satisfaction cleanly. It was only in a matter of moments Snails gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into Twist, her flanks now reacting to the repeated incursion thereof as their frictions grew. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time: the beige redhead was losing control of her own body while the gilded unicorn clenched his eyelids, both ponies perspiring profusely. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, Twist was beyond pleasured with Snails’ choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting them. With that said, although the beige redhead had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and the gilded unicorn were already on the verge of bursting about eventually.

Twist’s callipygian muscles contracted whereas Snails’ prepuce swelled within, causing herself to plead, “WRECK ME RIGHTLY…!”

“Here it comes…!” the gilded unicorn grunted before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst, squirting his extract into the beige redhead’s fundament with its excesses covering the edges as well as around his shaft still buried deep inside of her, “FUCK YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT…!”

Of the twosome whom were now moaning in exhaustion, Twist had kept at it loudly, panting and huffing about as Snails finally broke away with a wet squelch when a small string grew between themselves before it had collapsed in due time, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements so to speak of.

“Ohh, you’re tho bad but I love it…” the beige redhead moaned before her kneecaps gave way; the gilded redhead whom watched on stood still.

Twist felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them becoming stabilized after what Snails had done to her, left with the remaining strength to present his saturated shaft the whispering eye from before with a smirk as he’d laughed, “you just don’t know when to quit, do you? Even after I’d punished you for that brief watersports exhibition like you’d suggested, making your rump match your mane and tail, cleaning you up as I ate you out, and fucking you even harder to make it hurt even more, you just can’t give up; it must have been real nice for somepony such as yourself to have all that stamina…”

“At leatht I’m not opening my legth to your friend Thnipth: he cumth too much, too fatht; bethideth, Babthie already took him for herthelf…” the beige redhead chuffed as her sheath was still leaking about thanks to the gilded unicorn’s efforts suffice it to say, “thpeaking of which, the did thuggetht I thtay with you of all ponieth…”

“Says the sex–on–a–stick who couldn’t hold it in this time despite having used the bathroom earlier today…” Snails sniggered silently.

Twist tittered timely, “I may be a thilly pony to you, but I’m altho grown ath well; even I know better not to go thoil the pool we’re all in…”

“Excuse me, guys; sorry to interrupt you but we must know: which way is the teashop…?” a lone feminine voice was heard by the amorous duo whom were broken out of their mutual gazes, “we were just finish going down the slide together earlier…”

At this very moment, two ponies were found standing nearby, both alike in fair dignity at first glance through virtue of possessing one certain commonality with the present pair: a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves. For starters, one was a lone olive stallion was found to be standing upright with more lipids and musculature than the gilded unicorn; the other was a raspberry mare already standing right next to the former by a few centimeters, colorfully petite yet athletic compared to the beige redhead. Like Snails, he, too, had tidy turquoise tresses weighed down by some moisture except they were making its very way to the nape of the neckline; likewise, she, too, also donned some crimson of the same lengthwise as him yet proved to be even just as dark, neat, and full compared to Twist. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence matching the olive stallion’s strands whose face faltered about whereas a rich shade of light silver were held back by the raspberry mare herself along with a winning smile holding firm enough to provide reassurance. Of the two juxtaposed ponies in question, her only article of clothing was found upon the very neckline: a jet black collar speaking more darkly than what their own tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve dared to say, not that anyone had minded in the very least, especially the beige redhead. Slathered right on the olive stallion’s flanks were a modestly singular corn cob baring its kernels just bearing an equal color palette of the rainbow; the raspberry mare wore a ruby red sun in the center of a polygon with its rays of light arranged in a pattern of the same color as well as white.

“That way…” Twist said, pointing abaft them.

It didn’t take long for the two ponies walk past the sedentary tenants whom had returned to their throes of passion not long after.

Of the pedestrian twosome traversing throughout the aquatic landscape, the raspberry mare was quick to speak up, “Corn, are you feeling okay…?”

“It’s nothing, Cerise… I’ve just been feeling hungry lately, that’s all; besides, it’s almost lunchtime anyway…” the eponymous stallion answered her immediately, looking down at his own stomach upon feeling it vibrate, “oh look we’re here…”

Both ponies stopped in place to find a series of glass paneling up in front of them, most of which was displaying an abundance of refreshments. Standing between themselves were some sets of several tables with the accompanying chairs beneath, less than that being already occupied. Perched on top nearby the curvature was an amalgamation of wood, foam, and metal gears, each having spelt out the very establishment’s name.

Trudging through the dry terrace, the traveling twosome trotted over until they had reached the inside where they were both greeted by its storekeeper: a buxom silvery unicorn. Like them, the tresses were rough, albeit more so than their neat forms thanks to the fact they had been already painted in an indigo prophecy despite being of nearly dark shadings. Around the storekeeper’s luxurious pupils were but circles of a brilliant gamboge having already widened about with its tenderly gaze which could have refreshed many lifeforms. Considering the red collar over the neck, its owner was of the same gender as Cerise; in addition, the former had also donned a jaded ensemble of only a square hat and an apron.

“Good morning, dearies; it’s a beautiful day outside: sun’s shining, birds are singing, nice day for a game of catch…” the storekeeper greeted.

Of the two, Corn was quick to respond to the silvery unicorn straightaway, “hi… can we have some chocolate milk and alphabet crackers please…?”

“Sure, it’s on the house today since my employer had rented the entire resort out for the party…” the buxom storekeeper had answered the olive pony, turning to walk towards the refrigerator where the beverages resided, “as a matter of fact, he’s managed to provide catering to anyone whom had shown up to the party this morning…”

“That explains much…” the raspberry mare said.

It wasn’t long until the silvery unicorn returned to the same spot from before with the glass bottles in tow to give both ponies alongside a pair of bags filled with foodstuff; after handing them over to the tenant’s in question, she’d said to the lonely patrons simplistically, “have a good afternoon…!”

“We will… thanks…!” Corn replied while he and Cerise had both stepped back out to find their place to partake in their collective leisure, “never imagined that we’d be back to attending another one of Smudge Proof’s parties, let alone go to Vanhoover of all the places in Equestria…”

“Ditto…” the raspberry mare chimed inwardly.

Finding an empty table, the two ponies took their seats and their fair share of collations acquired recently: as soon as the items were opened, its scents slowly wafted in their nostrils before either of them spoken; of course, it wasn’t long until Corn had spoken up once again, having already poured out his own nutrient, “so what do you suppose is gonna happen now they’re in charge?”

“You mean Princess Twilight and her sister–in–law Cadence…?” Cerise answered as she’d opened the bottle gently and slowly, taking a minimal swig from there at once, “in all fairness, it was considerably surprising to say the very least: I usually never even considered the possibility that it would happen, if at all, let alone her of all ponies…”

“Well, nopony, or rather, nobody else had considered the possibility we’d bounce back from having the magic stripped off of us twice in so many months apart so to speak, of course…” Corn said he’d taken his first few bites as well.

The raspberry mare had looked at the few other visitors nearby her as well as their collective surroundings too before speaking only slightly aloud, “if anything, I think what happened with the Crystal Empire millennia ago is more scarier: lost in the echoes of times with nowhere else to go to run or hide while some king rules over them with an iron vice–grip; nothing is more tragic. Come to think of it, I think I once had a dream about a decade ago where everypony was going to war against him: there was a huge train heading up north past of Ponyville filled with the lot of us ready to fight Sombra and free the ponies made into his own slaves as well as the inhabitant stuck in the Crystal Empire…”

“You’re kidding, right?!” the olive stallion exclaimed, nearly letting his own unopened beverage fall into disarray, “I just had a dream where I had been forced to watch him have his way with my mom before I was sent out to battle; it was just like one of erotic Japonime and manga I had stumbled across over a year ago at the convention in Applewood, including the fanzines…”

“Wow, you are weird…” Cerise said to Corn.

Some more feminine mewing was heard yet it didn’t come from the raspberry mare or the other nearby patrons, Savannah and Trefoil, whom were both indulging in a simply large glass of iced tea they were sharing with their straws; rather, it’d came from Rainbow Harmony whom, though out of their collective sight wasn’t out of minds, moaning about freely, “Lance… ahhhh…!”

“Him, what in the world was that about: since when did he have a marefriend…?” the olive stallion sputtered as he’d struggled to regain control over himself rather immediately, “I thought that swordfighting was going to be his life, serving the crown and country as well as the ponies themselves; I never thought that he’d end up with a mare of his own, let alone her of all ponies.”

“I’m just as surprised as you but don’t pay it any mind at all; besides, it’s not like anypony else cares about the whole thing, especially with everypony already in the mood so to speak, Corn…” Cerise said as she was just about finished eating her snack while the bottle right next to her was halfway full.

Sure enough while they consumed their refreshments, the pink pegasus was partaking in this golden opportunity: her delicate body had now already sat over the supine Lancelot’s very waist. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for her fork to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out a small as well as passionate yet heavy breath from the mouth rather instantaneously. The silver stallion started resting one of his hands right onto Rainbow Harmony’s cleavage, taking in the view of her moist form as well as the fact he had her all to herself this time around. The pink pegasus didn’t care that he was currently latching at her small bosom rather gently since she’d felt his yard directly inside of her whispering eye calibrating collective movements. In the midst of the very ordeal, she’d planted her two hands onto the pavement underneath in an attempt to keep herself supportive while both traded momentum with each other in the process. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two equines moan. Gearing up for some expulsion from Lancelot’s prepuce inside Rainbow Harmony with such intensification of the pulp friction, she gave off a resounding happy moan amid the respirations. Soon enough, the silver stallion was now shooting in the path of the pink pegasus’ sheath, his otherwise rigid shaft now suddenly giving way and undergo what had been done to her so earlier.

It was at this point in time did she collapse onto the flooring nearby the poolside gently, panting and heaving about as he slid out of her, “mm, that was so refreshing: way better than that time she’d stuck her tongue into my nethers and make me cum years ago…”

“I take that you’d enjoyed the ride now…?” Lancelot said to Rainbow Harmony whom had turned to her side without a care in the whole wide world, “it’s a pleasure that we’ve been able to meet each other after all these years, despite the troubles…”

“Anything to get out of Ponyville for once: that little bitch had to just show up here of all places and stab every single Equestrian in the back by stealing the magic; I almost had my mane cut off because of her, all on the account of the two of us looking nearly alike…!” the pink pegasus laughed with losing lucidity before regaining some semblance of control over herself back again.

The silver stallion sat back up and spoke to her right away, “yeah, I know and to be fair, you aren’t the only pony in this part of the country, let alone Vanhoover who resembles somepony else…”

“Yeah, I know, and besides, their aren’t that many ponies who happen to resemble the likes of Rainbow Dash, let alone share a part of her name in my case; I’ve been getting that a lot…” Rainbow Harmony spat out at once with only the faintest hint of indignation, “of course, that was before Cozy Glow, mind you…”

“In actuality, I was referring to myself; apparently, there are at least only two ponies that happen to remind me of that: Silver Spoon and Chipcutter…” Lancelot interjected, his joyful mood still unwavering despite the recently rebounded reply.

This made the pink pegasus widen her eyes in a small shock as she’d started to face the silver stallion once again, this time with feelings of confusion so to speak, “what do you mean by that…? It’s not like you’re related to them in the very least…”

“That’s not how they see it; as a matter of fact, I actually had no love for Silver Spoon either and for good reason: before we’d left schooling altogether, she always hung out with Diamond Tiara…” he’d answered her without hesitation whatsoever in him, “even though that I’ve never been to the same school as them, I couldn’t resist hearing the gossip that went around in town. The fact that the Foal Free Press used to be headed by the likes of her at the time didn’t help matter, especially with all the stories that was published by them; of course, her famous writers did spread some lies on the way and their photographer invaded our privacy, not that we were any better since we couldn’t resist the gossip either.”

“I never knew that the Ponyville Schoolhouse had a newspaper, let alone one that ran stories like this back then…” Rainbow Harmony orated.

Lancelot lightly laughed listlessly, “yeah, me neither; of course, that was before it’d straightened itself out, especially ever since the Cutie Mark Crusaders wrote their apology before signing out. It seems to me that Ponyville can’t resist having all this strife and the like: Nightmare Moon’s return, animal stampedes as well as attacks, dragon smoke, parasprites, what have you; and I wasn’t there to see it all…”

“Come to think of it, you don’t seem like you were from around here; where did you live before you came to Ponyville…?” the pink pegasus asked the silver stallion gently as her hooves were now firmly right in the water, “I happened to have come from Bales with my big sister Flash…”

“Nurslings, I was born in New Horseleans… around here, we’d also called it the Crescent City of Equestria; however, I didn’t always stay there: my parents and I sometimes went to Ponyville for the winter vacation since its climate was much cooler…” he’d said to her almost rather instantaneously.

Rainbow Harmony turned around to face Lancelot yet again, asking right away, “I’ve never been there in my life at all: it sounds beautiful; if it’s not too much trouble, when this is over, can you take me to see your hometown this year…?”

“Of course, but it’s as what many said: you show me yours and I’ll show you mine; in return, you take me to Bales sometime in the future, at least when it’s appropriate…” the silver stallion simply spoke back to the pink pegasus in return, “besides, I’d like to see what makes your hometown special…”

“Anything to rid myself of memories with the littlest traitor; anyways, I miss home already…” she’d sighed somberly, staring at the skylight slowly to see some semblance of series regarding future episodes with uncertainty.

It wasn’t long until a pair of hands made their way around Rainbow Harmony’s back; even though it’d startled her, she knew well and good whom they’d belonged to: holding her tightly, he’d whispered into a flopping ear gently, “so do I…”

This gesture was enough to move the pink pegasus to tears, despite the small stream and the fact her torso was so adjacent to the clear waters Lancelot’s palms were stuck in betwixt the navel and bust, the solution made by both parties threatened to become more fluid than before; with all of that said, however, it didn’t happen, at least not yet.

“Lance, I have a favor for you to ask: can you please take me from behind this time…?” she’d simply said to the silver stallion all too suddenly, catching him off–guard almost instantaneously, “one of the brothers had made good work with my flank hole earlier so I thought you would be up for it now…”

“Aren’t you worried about the pain, Mona…?” he’d asked the aforementioned mare abaft him straightaway.

The pink pegasus turned around and chuckled, “any pain is better than being with the likes of her…”

Then, she slid out of the water and sat back down, this time upon Lancelot’s waistline with his yard now lodged inside of her croup as his hands had returned back to the very same abdomen. Soon, the movement started slow like before, gaining some momentum as the silver stallion cuddled Rainbow Harmony firmly with his fingertips now nearing further towards her umbilicus. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did the pink pegasus started feeling her cleavage being affected by his right hand with the slippery surface of its very pith and substance overall. Now, she’d cerebrated onward about how she would to reach down into her fork to regain more pleasure in spite of recent events; of course, Lancelot had used his left hand to do so already. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Rainbow Harmony was moaning the loudest since her waistline was still being occupied at both ends by the silver stallion at the same time. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against the pink pegasus with growing determination, still feeling himself firmly over her body. In a matter of moments, Lancelot spurted yet another discharge into her once more with feeling, this time into her flanks as she was tasting the compound they’d both made thanks to him alone.

“Oh, Rainbow… you’re so… ahhhhhhhh…!” the silver stallion sighed soundly, bucking his hips into the eponymous counterpart’s fundament a few more times before subsiding almost immediately.

The pink pegasus looked back at him with a satisfied smirk and followed after with a coo, “see, I knew you could do it…!”

Lancelot had nothing else to say in return, his lower regions having become sore and sensitive; nevertheless, he had her for company as she lain at his side while the other attendees had their own fun as they were before, some of whom were at these similar situations as they themselves.

At long last, Rainbow Harmony was at ease with herself, no longer bound to any points in the timestream.