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: aside from Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still being owned by Smudge Proof alone, Krill belongs to me; in addition, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville, deserving of a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well as that one scene from Revenge of the Nerds.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire year 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.

Iced Coffees Obtained

Dark skies were finally over the lands, painted with the clusters of stars and a silver crescent already shining the way for many of its observers underneath. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that had ensued right below earlier. Ever since the atmosphere itself wasn't even cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, it still had some warmness retained to not let it come to pass overall. Generally speaking, due to such lukewarm temperatures, there was an utter lacking of any precipitation supersaturating any kind of terrain whatsoever. Of course, only few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mixture of fascination and frustration unbecoming nonetheless.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, Lancelot and Rainbow Harmony only found themselves staring at the illuminated metropolis. Whilst the pink pegasus had returned back to her only white ensemble, the silver stallion was now wearing a jet black tube top and a pair of light trousers. Not even the chill of the night deterred them from enjoying the sights and sounds of this big city thanks to its bright lights in many other colorings and shapes.

“It’s beautiful…” she said softly so to speak of.

He’d replied in return, “I know…”

“To think we would’ve never been able to see Vanhoover in this light, let alone at all in our own lifetimes…” Rainbow Harmony only giggled as she’d given Lancelot a dry kiss on the cheekbone straightaway, “it’s a shame that we have to go back to Ponyville soon enough, my Lance…”

“Indeed, it would be nice to go back to Vanhoover, even for one more day…” the silver stallion sighed as the twosome stared at their own surroundings with a somber stare towards the skies and the city as well.

It wasn’t long until their collective tranquility was broken by the sudden appearance of more pedestrians, most of whom were masculine so to speak; of the many, Truffle was among them with Berry by his side, both fully clothed more conservatively than they were much earlier ago overall: the former also wearing a snow white combo, the latter a red sweater and green skirt.

The heavyset brunet was the first to speak up, fondling the thick cloth over the stout redhead’s rightmost bosom to her illustrious nonchalance, “why go back to city when you can get invited to another one of his parties, am I right, guys…? My cock is still sore after letting my little cumslut run me ragged for so long: Butter Munch even sat on my face when I was fucking that zebra up the butt…”

“Only because you wouldn’t cum in my flanks like you did with that pretty little zebra, Mini…” Berry chuffed as Truffle ran his finger over her dense bust without a care in the world therein, “at least she and Lemon had no problem with eating me out, especially since he’d unloaded in there…”

“Oh, grow up…” the heavyset brunet retorted.

Fry appeared from behind the lipid twosome on the right, now clad in a red jacket over a plain white tee and some blue jeans, ready to say something already, “it’s a shame that I have to go back to my old job delivering pizza in Manehattan: they don’t get up and find their customers by growing limbs and faces…”

“We know…” Lancelot lilted about listlessly as some light lime lingered upon the visage, “I would probably lose my lunch having to think about it…”

“Oh, come on… pizza’s not so bad once you try it…” the middleweight ginger said as he’d walked over to the steely lightweight gently.

Lancelot backed away and replied, “of course it’s not: it’s an Iorian dish, one of many in their culinary palate; not much time in eating it though…”

“I would like to eat it though; I love pizza…” the pink pegasus peeped plainly, putting the effort to reenter the conversation she’d previously partaken in, “it’s like part of my life, at least since I was a filly…”

“It was a part of both our lives and so was this: coming to the party and losing our virginity together to the same mare on the same day, time, and place no less…!” said Shady, currently clothed in a gray shirt and black shorts as he high–five his brother Green whom wore a similar attire, albeit with a golden vest and red jeans.

This made Rainbow Harmony radiate with rich redness as she’d roared rapaciously, “at least I had a better time making that memory here rather than home; it’s gonna be hard for me to leave here tonight, knowing I have to go back to Ponyville…”

“It’s gonna be hard for the lot of us: some of us have a place to be tomorrow morning; of course, they won’t be expecting me ‘til Monday…” Gabby interjected, now dressed up in brownish gold fabric covering much more of her body instead of only a red collar from before, “besides, I can’t wait to finish up my paid leave with my little pony friend in the meantime…”

“I feel sorry for you already…” Truffle sniggered.

The pink pegasus couldn't resist rolling her eyes at that matter as she turned to speak blithely to the steely lightweight, “I’m still looking forward to going to your hometown someday, my knight in waiting…”

“Same here, my fair lady…” Lancelot chuckled definitively before kissing Rainbow Harmony on the lips once more, this time with feelings of freedom being fearlessly fluttering about between themselves, “despite everything, I’m still going to cherish this day and the night as well with you, Mona…”

“As will I, Lance: even your presence alone will give me comfort for the future…” the pink pegasus cooed as she’d watched the steely lightweight’s visage light up as well, both faces now filled to the brim with warmth throughout their very bodies.

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

Such was the case for one of the many vast and magnificently smaller conurbation on display, defined in more variously rustic materials befitting for the likes of the three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze was surfing across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it on a lower plane of existence with a dirt road guiding to the forestry nearby it straightaway. In the background were a valley and ridge of mountains raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the shining skies were looking down on them already. The town bustled with an utter abundance of people from various demographics whatsoever: age, gender, finances, and social positions notwithstanding; still, the activities were waning.

One such case in particular was a marketplace filled to the brim with a variety of goods and services readily available to the public; however, many of its sections were either closed off or being hauled away for safekeeping and storage, final results notwithstanding.

Of the few shopkeepers still roaming about in the chill of the night, a lone stallion was found to be standing out and about, lightly coated in the amber waves of grain. Although that his tresses were gray like the moon above himself, there was but a thin stripe of copper matching his eyes, a clear contrast to the youthful landscapes. Raiment consisting of a jaded cotton shirt and bleached denim were also accompanied by a gold watch around the elder’s left hand and a silver cane beneath the right.

It didn’t take long for him to look at the timepiece and the right angle which had formed underneath the looking glass; needless to say, he’d grumbled listlessly, “no use staying here any longer; I got my grandkids to go back to…”

“Hey, boss…!” squawked another masculine voice entering the amber stallion’s ears: unlike the stoic stability inside him, it was a bit higher in pitch and tone; in addition, it also made the latter raise an eyebrow, “you gotta try some pie that I bought: it’s delicious…!”

“Hmm…?” the elder murmured about.

The amber stallion was face–to–face with the speaker’s identity: an orange penguin with a gilded beak and feet clothed in a green knit cap and overalls with a handkerchief matching the plumage carried a circular tray of pastry in both flippers as the wispy steam blended in with the air; like the former, the latter had brown eyes but they were youthful, accented with blushing cheekbones.

Scurrying about, the younger pedestrian informed the elder, “I got it from the booth; you won’t believe how long it took me to wait for one: there was still a line before I even jumped in earlier…”

“Oh, what kind is it, Krill…?” the amber stallion inquired, taking in all the details provided for him so far by the orange penguin holding the foodstuff in question, “it smells really good to be worth it…”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I heard from the vendor that if you finish eating it completely, then you’ll get a nice surprise underneath; I don’t know what it is but some guys at the booth have been laughing and hooting about it to make a big deal…” the titular tyro talked tenaciously to the tense elder.

With a cane in tow, the amber stallion turned around and said to the orange penguin calmly, “step on by to my booth; I’d like to try some…”

It didn’t take long for Krill to obey the elder’s words as he followed after the latter to an open kiosk, the former taking the time to set the pie on a nearby countertop. Pulling on the hilt, the amber stallion unsheathed a small blade within and began to cut the foodstuff in half; afterwards, they were both left with their fair shares.

“Thanks, Mister Pear; if it’s not too much trouble, can I please have the other half of the tin when you’re done…?” the orange penguin then asked as he was presented a fruity and creamy filling found within the split product, “I want to see what makes it so special; I’m really curious…”

“You’ll get your picture soon enough; I just need to find a container so I can carry it safely…” the eponymous shopkeeper replied as he attempted to transfer the pie from the metal base without ruining the intact form of his half.

As the amber stallion was doing so, he’d found something worth greater attention than the foodstuff itself: a picture of a redheaded mare colored in a similar yet colder coating was smiling yet her eyes were obscured by a black rectangle; in addition, her only attire consisted of a pink bow and a red collar, both of which were doing nothing whatsoever to cover up her buxom form.

Krill was unaware of what was going on in Pear’s mind, despite a small trickle of red liquid crawling out both nostrils; nevertheless, the former was innocently asking the latter right away, “sir, is there something wrong…?”

“Krill, can you do me a favor…?” the amber stallion requested, keeping calm even as the compound escaped onto the halved centerfold as the orange penguin nodded out of the former’s sight, “whatever you do, don’t eat the pie; as a matter of fact, I want you to leave your half behind, head straight on home, and never speak of this to anyone at all…”

“Okay then…” Krill heeded, sensing the sudden change in Pear’s static stance before leaving the latter behind in the dust.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. A small screen had resided about in an orderly fashion against the darkness before the enemy red dawn with pictures of mares and stallions along with others. Already in the throes of concupiscence moving onward, the most that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, henceforth grainy imagery. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points overall.

Before its projected state were two ponies alike in indecency and libidinous: Smudge Proof lounging about in a red chair and Silver Wing with her kneecaps onto the flooring afore himself. Glancing at the sodden prepuce with a profligate grin while quietly giggling about, the silver pegasus kneaded it around playfully like a joystick, bringing the white unicorn some pleasure. Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation made contact, causing him to grit his teeth thanks to the former as he hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that Smudge Proof could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making.

With the tongue licking the white unicorn’s shaft before slowly forwarding about, he’d whispered quietly in the silver pegasus’ ear, “good girl… just like that.”

Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that he was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened yard inside the former’s deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. Smudge Proof could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his prepuce as his hands held onto to her bound wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significance time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract.

“Oh, master… what a glorious cock you have…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous white unicorn soon enough, “it’s a miracle that your seed has been able to fill me with a child that will be ours soon enough…”

“And just in time before our next party this year: it’s safe to say that going across the pond would be much more preferable for our location and not just for the climate unlike Vanhoover, Winger…” he’d chuckled freely as the sight and sounds of subjects like and unlike themselves played onward to their collective content.

She couldn’t resist laughing, albeit lightly as she’d stood up and presented her flanks gently, “agreed: unlike Rosemound, we’ll have Trottingham to ourselves for the taking; plenty of guests will have all the candy to their hearts’ content and play a part in making some for our customers by the following Hearts and Hooves Day, along with their performances no less, like before…”

“Another thing that will be different is that we won’t have to worry about the princesses or Springwheel either: we can stay out of Twilight’s way for the time being; and yet, that old hack Goodfellow’s becoming a problem…” Smudge Proof yawned as he felt Silver Wing’s fundament clenching his shaft, “I’ve gotten word recently that he’d made the brothers to stop the presses…”

“I know and that’s a crying shame: the pills that they’ve been both making were doing so well with making a bunch of ponies happy as well as a few others; if only there was some way to make him change his mind and forget about all this nonsense he’s been mucking up…” the silver pegasus stifled instantaneously a moan from her lips.

The white unicorn rolled his ocular nerves and replied simply, “maybe, but for now, let’s just finish the job; we’re just about ready to witness interspecies intercourse: that pinto is sure lucky to be having a pegasus and zebra at his side…”

“I know…” she’d grunted while feeling his yard firmly lodged deeply inside of her very croup, “it gets me so hot and horny…”

Smudge Proof grasped Silver Wing tightly around her front abdomen, one hand groping one side of the bared cleavage whilst the other covered the bulging navel as their eyes faced three ponies now onscreen. Feeling the white unicorn’s fingertips now circling around the nubbins and umbilicus, the silver pegasus moved slowly yet started to gain some momentum as the centenarian cuddled her around tightly about. As she did so, cerebrations of exploring her own sheath became corporeality as her hands slid further downward, loving every minute of his prepuce inside her flanks each time they were watching them. Both of the viewers could easily tell how romantic it was as they still held onto one another in a touching grip with sweat pouring through each other and saliva trading spaces with their owners’ tongues too. Silver Wing now salivated at the sight of Flutterbye and Samoa being mutually inverted with their muzzles lapping at each other’s forks while Pipsqueak whom knelt nearby came in from behind them. Smudge Proof pushed himself further and further into the folds of his target’s skin, undeterred by the resistance presented yet rather inspired to continue hearing the mews and groans up in front of him at once. Drooling about, the silver pegasus, now comfortably numbed to the white unicorn’s increasing activities after succumbing to the solitary yet unifying concupiscence, gave out an enormous moan straightaway.

“My little cumslut…” he’d groaned happily as the two viewers finally relented, panting for oxygen just to regain some strength reserved for watching the rest of the cinematic compilation to its conclusion.

Too lethargic to break away from the organic appendage, she’d mewed about only lustfully, “thank you, master…”

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. In a similar note, there was a hot and heavy atmosphere no different from the confines of a time long ago in an environment faraway and nearby no less.

“Ahh…” a sultry moan escaped into the air, “mm…”

Amongst the steamy camouflage were two redheaded mares, Apple Bloom and Twist both alike in fair dignity; even though they’d been freed from their own respective collars, there had also utter certainty they were both in the altogether based on their stances; the former was standing straight upwardly whereas the latter kneeling nearby with a muzzle towards the whispering eye.

“Wow, look at them go, Silvy: even watching her going at it is making me soft and wet…!” another voice was heard nearby themselves, belonging to neither one; not even the yellow occupant’s panting maw was accepted as a clue.

The beige counterpart didn’t care as she soon stopped to puncture her friend’s fundament freely, bringing out some more pleasure even as the former’s tongue refused to leave the latter’s sheath. Soon, Apple Bloom had felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of Twist’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, no doubt the work of the latter. In the meantime, the beige redhead stretched the yellow counterpart’s very flanks wider before forwarding back inside the latter, causing the former to give out a loud moan amidst the struggle. Apple Bloom started gurgling about at the mere presence of Twist’s tongue planted inside already, poking in and out of the former’s fork as it’d made contact with its very intricate folds. Slurping and licking furiously within the yellow redhead’s saturated whispering eye, the beige correspondent treated it as dessert, an appetizing happy meal she’d enjoyed along with its owner.

It wasn’t long until Twist’s cloudy and bespectacled visage came across another achromatic compound following Apple Bloom’s moaning; this brought a smile to the former’s face as both mares were now standing up to each other’s face before speaking, “how wath that, Apple Bloom; do I thtill got it…”

“Mm–hmm…” the yellow redhead mewed passionately with a light nod so to speak of, “please kiss me…”

The beige counterpart heeded such a request; both eyes now accented by blushing considering their face–to–face distance and their shared desires. As the twosome finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one, growing more eager enough to let their tongues finally slip on out. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves to the ecstatic exploration, neither mare relenting to taste each other despite growing warmth. As the two continue for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied, they’d begun to embrace one another without any sign of hesitation whatsoever. Trading kisses with reckless abandonment, the mares then exhaled dioxide from their very own nostrils, breathing in and out of the ardent airspace. It was only then when Twist had started breaking away from Apple Bloom’s muzzle, catching the latter off–guard despite the gentle tenderness.

“You really like it, don’t you: having uth kith each other dethpite the thtallionth at our thide…?” the beige redhead heaved in her yellow friend’s face.

Apple Bloom was still at a loss of words yet found the time to nod once more, uncaring of Twist’s playful interrogation at the former spoke, “what about ya…? Ya still couldn’t get over the fact ya couldn’t wait until we were grown and sexy since we’d reached puberty, at least until we’d made it past that…”

“Girls, can we at least grow up already and enjoy this night out back in Ponyville…” another feminine voice made its way through the hot water vapors; like the one before, neither redhead claimed ownership, already knowing its identity: Silver Spoon snapping up the scene, “it’s only going to be a few more hours until the spa closes for tonight; besides, we’ll be gone by then…”

“Yeah and it’s not like you two are alone in this at all: aside from the both of us, there are plenty of mares who swing both ways; even the rest of you crusaders had no problem with letting other ones take joy in eating them out, especially Scootaloo of all ponies…” Diamond Tiara added on, appearing from the mist alongside the young gray mare as they sat in the water clothed in towels.

Turning back to face them, the beige mare purred at them playfully, “obviouthly… even I wath thurprised by the notion of Thcooth dating Lemon, even the cruthaderth had themthelves for company thince we were fillieth…”

“Yeah, yeah… we know…” the yellow mare tittered about without a care whatsoever, “I still can’t get the memory of her moaning Rainbow’s name one time that late at night; for a sec there, Ah had thought she'd spilled her drink some time ago while Sweetie and Ah were just fast asleep in our old clubhouse…”

“Bloom… ponies who moan like this in the dead of the night were probably having some fun playing with themselves; it’s natural, it’s fine: I remember my first time petting my own kitty…” the pink pony sniggered, much to the nausea of Apple Bloom herself.

Now green in the very face, the yellow redhead had groaned a bit, holding back her reflexive urges almost immediately, “not here, not like this, Diamond Tiara…”

“It ith tho nice that we bathically have the thpa to ourthelveth for a while no leth: it may not be Vanhoover but at leatht I can take tholace that my friendth will be right bethide one another…” Twist sighed before sinking into the water alongside Apple Bloom, content to be in the good company of both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in much too different yet watery environment.

Alone, their passions heated the liquids even as they were being cleaned; together, they were all calmed amidst the misty and stagnant atmosphere.