Wild Wet Waterworks Within Westward Vanhoover; Interim

Chapters

Shameless Purple Haze
Fahrenheit Indigo Profiting
Cascading Cerulean Citification
Original Olive Oils

Shameless Purple Haze

Author's Note

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

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

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

Shameless Purple Haze

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be the many things that were keeping things on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the rather big blue sky had remained cleared enough to see the golden sun already shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying on. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence to the point of being uniform. Even the dirt road that guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is worth crossing did little to make a difference. In the background, a valley and ridge of mountains raged with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the burning star hovered overhead. The town bustled about with an utter abundance of lifeforms from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing all coexisting within.

Out of many buildings in this rather quiet place, there was one that had stood out amongst others: a large homestead in the very outskirts remained within the long distance by the sidelines overall. Rather than the amber waves of grain that shined onward thanks to the rays of sunlight bouncing off, leaving behind sparkles of glory in the process, an abundance of trees surrounded the barn. The encamping white fences around the premises served as the borders to the open field where lines had been drawn into the very dirt, each of them a home of plants sprouting up and at them. A little orange shed stood upright and running, occupied only by the acute sounds of clucking; without a doubt, it presence served to be a home for the ones that can’t even touch the sky at all. Nearby the lush archway had stood a lilac fountainhead with a little bucket and two barrels in close range, ready to provide nourishment for the vegetation dwelling within the very confines. All that had remained out there was a big red house not on the lone prairie that stood out in the middle of them all, instantly overshadowing the little bales of hay that remained by its sides.

Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two equines were approaching and the wind began to howl. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some coldly colored eyes, baskets in tow, and a joyful look too. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were all traveling on was going to end.

On the other hand, they still had some significant differences between one another, especially at the first glance from another perspective so to speak. For starters, one was a tall scarlet stallion wearing brilliant orange tresses whereas the other was a short pink unicorn mare donning a magenta scheme. Secondly, his orbs of sappy emerald were splashed with freckles while she’d donned a moderate cerise clean from the visage of anomalies themselves. Third of all, the scarlet stallion wore a white shirt and black jeans with a green apple buckled belt; the pink unicorn donned a sleek raspberry dress.

“So where do you suppose we can take our kids to go on summer break, Big Mac…?” she’d said to him all of the sudden without any hesitation.

The titular tenant turned towards the pink unicorn and had answered her instantaneously, “to be honest, Sugar Belle, Ah am really not sure: Granny Smith used t’ have fun going t’ Los Pegasus back when she was younger; on the other hand, things have been getting a bit scummy last time Ah had went there, especially at night. They don’t call it a cesspool of sin and seduction fer nothing: prostitution, drugs, cheating; Ah feel sorry fer the young’uns who were born and raised anywhere near these parts of the city, not just in the desert. Besides, there have been some real crazies coming out of the woodwork there: there was this one pony whom trashed a pachinko machine before spray painting the word ‘traitor’ on it; apparently, rumor has it he was some gambling addict whom had lost all of his money earlier.”

“That’s no good: sounds like he’s scary; I wouldn’t want him around our kids…” she’d shivered a bit, “besides, I’m thinking about learning some new recipes and a vacation seems to be the perfect timing to do so; Mrs. Cake may have taught me well but I’m feeling like branching out: I heard that Horseolulu is great this time of year but it’s too far away, not to mention expensive…”

Aside from the few passing travelers on either side, the homestead was basically barren in the very least; as a matter of fact, it had looked like that they were the only ones standing altogether. Breezy skies above were also found to be carrying copious amounts of substances and scents to and fro, many of which were petals and leaves with the occasional blades of grass in the mixture. Calm on the outside yet thinking all throughout the time, the tenants’ shared visage remained straight as the colorfully cold firmaments above clued them into the fact today had just begun.

“How ‘bout Rosemound…?” the scarlet stallion chirped.

Bemused all of the sudden, Sugar Belle said to him, “where’s that at…? It sounds so commonplace…”

“It’s south of Baltimare by a few hours or so away: Ah heard that mating season has begun so it might be a good time for some birdwatching; lovely herons nearby the riverside…” Big Mac elaborated, looking at the sky to find a few birds soaring about without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “good parks and recreations as well fer the kids; they’ve built it years ago…”

“Speaking of which, I’ve noticed that your sister Apple Bloom isn’t here today; anyplace she’s gone off to you can think of…?” the pink unicorn asked the scarlet stallion while looking at all the bountiful trees surrounding themselves.

He took in a deep breath and replied to her, “not much, though Ah remember she and friends had been sent invitations t’ some party west of her hometown ‘bout a fortnight ago: the only places on that side of Equestria Ah know of, besides Los Pegasus, are Applewood, Seaddle, Tall Tale, and Vanhoover; of course, they would have t’ get up pretty earlier just t’ go westward no less.”

“I guess that explains the note she’d left behind last night; then again, it was meant for Applejack for what it was worth…” Sugar Belle said, stopping to pull out a parchment within her pocket underneath the basket she was carrying, “even she said the last time they’d talked together was last night and it was before heading off to bed early…”

“Anything in particular Ah should’ve noticed…?” Big Mac asked as he was studying the text found on the paper given out to him straightaway.

As the scarlet stallion started reading, the pink unicorn replied, “just a flier to some waterside resort I believe: it doesn’t look like anything in my old hometown or yours; as a matter of fact, it doesn’t even look like something you could find in Los Pegasus or Applewood…”

“Ah agree: wherever that place is would require some large amounts of water so the desert is out of the question…” he’d said plainly as his emerald orbs were soon now taking aim at the red homestead outlying before themselves, “come t’ think of it, Ah believe that location should be our first clue; do ya still have that flier, Sugar Belle…?”

“Not with me, no; it’s in our room…” she spoke.

Eventually reaching towards the doorway, both equines were quick to make eye contact with its tenant up in front of themselves straightaway. A simple mare whom stood up shorter than either Sugar Belle and Big Mac possessed a sharper coat of orange which was colder than apples. The tenant’s tresses were of a goldenrod scheme, possessing jagged edges with their elongated state already noticeable for its own neatness. Moreover, the orange mare’s attire sat her apart from the pink unicorn whilst bearing the scarlet stallion’s qualities: a green blouse and jeans. Another commonality the blonde was sharing with only him alone was the emerald splash in her very eyes already accented by some freckles.

It didn’t take long for the orange mare to speak to them both at once, “morning, you guys… Ah take that ya gotten quite a haul together lately…”

“Eeyup, it’s just like before, Applejack: just a few more bushels t’ go before cider season can even begin; speaking of which, it’s been a long time since the zap apple harvest…” Big Mac said to the aforementioned blonde almost immediately, setting the fruits aside gently nearby the latter, “Ah am, however, worried about Granny Smith though: we knew such a day would be coming. The one thing Ah didn’t count on is her taking up a hobby in the meantime: on some nights, she ends up playing paddleball while rambling on about something, one way or another; as a matter of fact, she’d once said that us ponies are going go flying t’ the moon and playing upon the stars.”

“That does not make sense: the paddleballs and rambling I can understand but going to space?!” the pink unicorn interjected, bewildered by the choice of words she’d listened to not to recently, “I thought that stuff happens in the comic and movies…”

“Of course, Ah still have the graphic and light novels Fluttershy gave me; although, that reminds me: Ah oughta return them soon, preferably in a box…” the orange mare said prior to picking up the foodstuffs off of the ground to take them inside their place of residence where they were still standing.

It didn’t take long for him and Sugar Belle to follow after Applejack instantaneously, the fresh air of the outside world now becoming sweet and savory. The ceiling above them was suspended ten feet from the ground, possessing a glassy fixture that showed the way with its own light source unlike the star. The background, better yet known as those walls that served as part and parcel to the foundation, were adorned in pale yellow, save for some ligneous bits. The floor was bare minimum save for a patch of orange carpeting that was loose and took up only a part of the final space the three of them were in. Only one window was present with a set of drapes colored in the deep dyed blue shades as it had showed scenery not too different from much earlier ago. A purple couch rested against a bucket of daffodils nearby, with at least three of its pillows possessing a rather darker shade and some solid uniformity. There was also a green bookshelf that stood up as high like him, but with more width than any of the very equines present and accounted for so to speak.

In place of the chirping and buzzing was the creaking of wood and the springy bouncing in near repetition, belonging to yet another mare this time sitting in a chair. Unlike any of the tenants within the very homestead, her integuments riddled with creases and crinkles among the brilliant green served as crucial evidence of age. In addition, the jaded mare had tresses devoid of any color whatsoever, possessing strands out of place that were white as a sheep trained to make some fake denture. Moreover, the elder’s attire was also simplistic to a fault, compared to the younger counterparts: a cap and gown covering much of her bore the pink unicorn’s shade. Another anomaly that sat the green mare apart from the other equines was how warm her eyes were as they bore the color reminiscent of the orange mare’s coating.

A red sphere ensnared by a string hopped up and down the plank of wood as its handler whispered calmly, “one day, the flow of time will increase t’ the speed of sound itself, started by a man of the cloth: Enrico Pucci…”

“Enrico Pucci…” Sugar Belle peeped, “who’s he…?”

“Don’t fret about it too much, Sugar Belle… it’s not something t’ be concerned about; anyways, Ah am just about t' finish up on lunchtime soon enough: it’s a shame that our sister won’t be back before dark, wherever she is…” Applejack said as she’d carried the fruits of their labors away from the twosome and past the lonely elder.

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

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

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

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very city, there was but an octet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; still, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least: for starters, most of them were stallions. Speaking of which, the first of the stallions was a freckled yellowish pony with eyes like rubies accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the celadon visor worn over the emerald tresses, he wore a dark red shirt and some orange jeans with a belt buckle in the shape of a gilded apple holding them up firmly and neatly so to speak. Standing next to the warmly clothed peer was another gilded stallion also wearing emerald splashed tresses, albeit shorter and matching his eyes: regarding his attire, they’d consisted of a predominantly black shirt with some orange shoulders as well as a pair of red pants with slightly less pockets than the former even considered. Trailing behind them was yet another stallion with green tresses, except with a light cyan coating: unlike the leading pair, his attire was light and cooler, consisting of a blue turtleneck and some purple jeans; like the twosome afore himself, he, too, was hopeful to a lesser extent despite showing some signs of greater unease overall. Breaking the pattern itself was a pale pink pony lacking in masculine traits yet her tresses had possessed every single color of the rainbow except for the ones preceding: her attire was fitting for the environment, consisting of a sky blue shirt and purple shorts held up by suspenders; in addition, the owner’s eyes were like turquoise. Nearby her was another mare, this time with a lightly metallic coating over herself like the gilded traveler except more silvery: like her colorful counterpart, she’d possessed multicolored tresses except more minimalistic, bearing purple, green, and gold, the last of which matching her eyes; her textiles were a white tee and skirt combo. Abaft of the lonely mares was another stallion whom was coated in an oily olive scheme with his eyes and tresses reminiscent of that belonging to the pink pony in question; anyways, his attire was simplistic yet whimsical despite the subtlety: a striped shirt with clashes of yellow and green and some beige shorts with a red handkerchief. Right at the tail end was another lightly coated stallion, tanned with blue tresses matching both eyes: like the jaded peer upfront of him, his attire also consisted of a stripy shirt, albeit vertical and monochromatic so to speak of; also, he’d worn some beige pants that were able to reach down to being inches away from his own hooves. Lastly but not least was an arctic blue stallion standing by with eyes of gold overlaid by a pair of jet black spectacles: much like the tanned colleague, his tresses were blue except they were more of a solid sapphire despite the darkness; anyways, he wore a white shirt with red outlines and pants matching his bespectacled gaze instantly.

Of the many traveling about, the hanger–on at the end was quick to heave, “damn, this is nothing like Rainbow Falls; at least we’ve made it to the place in question: I can’t wait to have a nice soak in the water…”

“Me too: it’s been a long time since I’d got a good night’s sleep recently; to think that we would’ve never be able to find it, let alone make it to Vanhoover…” the gilded stallion had replied confidently as he was one of the many facing the looking glass upfront of themselves straightaway, “at least, I was able to get all the crops planted in time before the season began.”

“Speaking of which, my hometown tends to get too crowded around this time of year; of course, this is what happens when you are born and raised in Manehattan: traffic jams, overpriced theaters, and hot air…” the olive peer sighed as the very air around themselves had been already filled up to the brim with such breezes from blue skies to forever as green grass blew in the wind.

The pale pink pony peeped proudly, presented with plants in many placements and formations plain for them to see, “sounds like to me you’re getting tired of the whole city living thing; you’re not alone: I decided to come back to Ponyville for the summer after completing the semester. It seems to me that I’d never expected being invited to another party after all this time, let alone in Vanhoover of all places: it seems that just yesterday, Rosemound was just a new memory I’d made with a friend together; speaking of which, I’d heard that she was invited too yet because of our hair, it would seem inevitable so to speak, especially considering who we remind others of.”

“You mean Rainbow Dash, right…?” the cyan stallion asked as they were still trotting onwards towards the entrance alongside them, “relax, even a crystal pony such as myself can tell the difference between her and the others; although, it has left me wondering about how we treated somepony…”

“Yeah, you’re right; I still can’t believe her though: betraying all of us for more power, can you even imagine it?!” the silver mare had exclaimed before the doors slid open before themselves at once.

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

It didn’t take long for any of them to come across one of its lonely tenants out of possibly many: a silver pegasus was bearing jet black tresses and freckles accenting such luscious eyes of green; in addition, both an ample bosom and voluptuous curves hid underneath a snow white housecoat.

Considering the sight of the buxom individual, many of the stallions whom arrived at once were overwhelmed with lust: out of those whose visages had become tickled pink, one of them was salivating and the other struggled to avert eyes; however, the two other mares were unaffected, sharing a sensation of annoyance at the fact their male peers acted out.

Unpreturbed by the majority of entrants gazing about, the silver pegasus cooed at them, “well, hello there, my little ponies: we’ve been expecting you; after all, I’ve noticed that some of you have been able to attend my master’s party long ago…”

“Morning, Silver Wing…!” the lonely younger females of the octet greeted the eponymous observer simultaneously, “how are you today…?”

“Oh so great: I’m going to be having a foal of my own soon this year: it’s been a blessing waiting to happen since that fateful Hearts and Hooves Day long ago he and I had both shared…!” Silver Wing sighed serenely while simply staring at her own swelling stomach with a small smile.

The air of concupiscence between the stallions dissipated, leaving them alone to regain their composure right away; of them, the stripy stranded stallion said to the silver pegasus, “what happened on that day…?”

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

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

“It’s okay, Mr. Proof… we’d both gotten a feeling that you’d be appearing soon enough…” the pale pink pony said immediately so to speak of.

The titular tenant tittered, “consider the feeling mutual: we’re glad that you’ve came here today before the party could begin and you’ve brought some friends too; are you ready to have some fun today…?”

“Of course: Too–Roo and I wouldn’t miss it for the world…” the lonely heavyweight had whinnied, holding her friend tightly as they’d begun to blush from the sensation alone, “the hot springs would be a start to our day…!”

“Agreed…!” the bluish stallion stuttered softly as he’d struggled to smile straightaway so soon.

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 colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes 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 couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least several stallions present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows varying in their choice of textiles as well as those lacking alongside themselves; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being amidst air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Of them, one was a tall orange lightweight with tresses of purple mountains’ majesties slicked back matching his eyes, wearing some red board shorts covering up much of his waistline; needless to say, tremors were going in and out of his limber yet muscular frame as he was staring at himself in the condensated mirror, sweating about profusely as a result of the heat around him. Another was coated in a brownish chocolate disco with tresses in two different shades, a fruity scheme of orange and tangelo as they were adorned with a rainbow beanie; in addition, he wore a similar attire, albeit in a midnight scheme with a star platinum lightning bolt pattern at the sides, something which he could see with confidence through his amber waves of grainy orbs already. Residing at the corner of the room was another silver pegasus except with a set of long ginger locks found making its very way to the nape of the neck and an athletic form, bearing luxurious circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside reeking of unease; unlike his peers whom donned swimwear, he wore a white towel around his waistline instead, leaving a slit nearby his gaskin. Stepping out of the cloud of moisture was another brown pony, albeit a unicorn in a lighter coating with domed tresses of azure as they were sticking out due to the achromatic liquid pulling it down; compared to the trio themselves, he was in the altogether, clad in both air and water as his flanks were bearing a triumvirate of honeycombs brimming with gold experience.

Opening the mulberries from within the darkness, the wet one was quick to say, “that was refreshing…”

“Yeah, I know, but not as refreshing as the water or what we’re going do while in there…” the dark brown stallion had said cheerfully within his adenoidal pronunciation so to speak of, “besides, even the resort has video games free for the weekend…!”

“Better enjoy them while you can: this ain’t some overnighter in Rosemound; even you should know that, Button…” the fruity inhabitant quipped, gathering the water into his hands from the faucet above them at once.

The winged ginger had soon chimed in quickly, “at least it beats weather control for the time being; I haven’t felt more relieved to get off of work since before getting the job: I feel like I’m ready to settle down with a cute mare soon enough…”

“Oh, you’re single…?” the chocolate unicorn asked, raising an eyebrow almost instantaneously, “Tulip and I had been dating since we’d met at Day Camp about a decade ago: even did more than just sharing hugs and kisses if you know what I mean; as a matter of fact, we’ve even helped each other out from that day onward…”

“How so…?” the athletic pegasus had inquired.

It didn’t take long for the saturated tenant to answer the lone ginger immediately, “let’s say that ever since we got our cutie marks, our relationship had reached to new heights: Tulip started learning the culinary arts thanks to our local family bakery and I was able to start a honeybee colony with Fluttershy’s help. I will admit, it wasn’t easy getting my cutie mark: before then, I was deathly afraid of them things, especially with how there are some insects who can look like them and be even at least twice more scarier yet produce none of the honey whatsoever, not to mention steal it from them.”

“Ah, those little bastards… they’ve been the bane of my existence since my friend’s passing; had to burn the whole house down too because of the infestation…” the athletic pegasus had growled only lightly, feeling his own integumentary system soon standing on endwise on both sides now so to speak, “even a merely still picture or a line of text about them tends to get me on edge…”

Almost immediately, the foursome were greeted by another unicorn, metallic like the chocolate counterpart but more in tune with the golden sun above themselves. Like the wet peer earlier, his tresses were cold yet warm and unkempt: a rather moderate shade of emerald splash flowed out roughly with kinks and curls prevailing. Unlike the chocolatey correspondent, the gilded unicorn had wore beady pupils with its shades of fuchsia and midnight clashing together in the darkness before dawn. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was dry, already showing off his lankier form along with the tumescent prepuce aimed out at the open air they were breathing. Shown upon the gilded unicorn’s flanks was more organic yet simplistic illustration: it was but only a frowning gastropod, already hot pink with its royal purple shell.

“Oh, what a relief it is…” the dry traveler gasped.

Button averted his gaze and scoffed at the gilded unicorn, “don’t tell me that you decided to go naked like before, Snails…!”

“Take it easy, I know that he has a marefriend of his own to see today, much like the lot of us…” the orange stallion replied in a mild–mannered minor annoyance as he’d begun to face the door adjacent to one the wet inhabitant stepped out of, “besides, we did go to that party several months ago, Button…”

“I know, Tender… it’s just that I have no intention of letting myself become some colt cuddler’s plaything, if you know what I mean; besides, the accusations of my sexuality were just too much for me…” the darker stallion had wheezed nasally as he was backing away from the gilded unicorn gently yet surely.

The winged ginger confronted his grounded counterpart with restraint, stepping out of the red corner immediately with little warning, “so according to you, Button Mash, either get the girl or don’t; that’s how it works for you, isn’t it…? I could care less about romance or sexuality at the end of the day but having to hear some sob story about getting a date in this day and age is making me turn my stomach. Besides, we may have been blessed to be born in a time and place where we’re prosperous and peaceful towards one another so the thought of having to come across the trouble itself should be ineffable on its own. It’s summertime, by the way, so the least that you can do is relax, chill out like you and your predecessors have done since the sisters started ruling this land; after all, you have so much more to be grateful for in your lifetime: romance, creativity, employment, longevity, the will to live and let live like we have done before. Do you understand…?”

“Wow, speechy much…?” Tender Taps talked tersely, “in any case, I’ll just be meeting you outside, like our marefriends are…”

“Same here: Tulip might be at the teashop they have within the waterpark itself by the time we go inside; she hadn’t been able to eat since last night before we’d left for Vanhoover earlier…” the chocolate unicorn stammered about before joining up with the orange peer straightaway so to speak of.

The simple Snails still standing straight soon slowly spoke softly, “but mom said don’t swim after eat…”

“That’s just an old ponies’ tale, one from before swimming was accept as a respectable skill…” the athletic pegasus said back to the gilded unicorn without a care in the world, taking his cold blue eyes right off of Button almost immediately, “anyways, I wish that whatever it is you and your special somepony are planning goes as exactly as you had hoped it would go as followed.”

“Thanks, Crimson and I hope you have at good time in the resort like us as well; after all, I know she would too…” Snails giggled amorous as both of his peers, Tender Taps and their chocolatey correspondent, walked out of the same door.

Now it would seem that both ginger remained, content to have the area to themselves; of course, this wasn’t going to last as Button Mash started to slip away from the aforementioned peer as well stammering about, “perhaps now’s my time to go join them too…”

“Yeah, whatever…” the athletic pegasus muttered as he was finally left to his own devices, all on his lonesome to do whatever he would’ve wished for, “I say that I feel like we’re living in a pussy generation now, or at the very least, still in it: a millennium of peace under the skies tends to leave many basking in it to take things like this for granted. I’m not saying we should be going to war with anyone or anyplace just to thin out the ranks of the entitled and/or ungrateful; after all, what would be the point in doing all of this if it means undermining the lessons learned then and now as well as yet to be? I may be older than them but I’d expected so much from the generation that had been taught so much by the likes of the Princesses themselves, especially Celestia herself; perhaps I’m the one who’s out of touch and maybe I happen to be more in tune with reality than either of us think. Either way, now’s not the time to be spent dawdling about in some locker room when many of us visitors have been invited to relieve ourselves of the drudgeries which had been saddled with our ever–waking lives; even the fact that my thoughts are been telegraphed in some form and/or fashion is ineffable in and of itself: I’m more than just some background scenery pony.”

Sure enough, he’d now started entering into another door, the same pathway that the brown unicorn had stepped out of not too long ago: not much was different, save for the concentration of moisture in both stagnant and mobile states, especially considering their warmth; with that said, there was no material whatsoever that was made of some fragile yet inorganic substance. As soon as the door was closed, Crimson started shedding away his towel, bearing a flaccid form and tone flanks inscribed with a dark cloud bearing amaranth bolts; almost immediately, he’d sensed the temperate environment dousing the silver coating as he was taking note of the runny showerhead, finding the time to be drenched in the achromatic compound and its static reception. Such was the time and energy the athletic pegasus to embrace the water making their way around his body, pulled down by gravity as they had started from his ginger mane to the hooves in little to no time whatsoever; this proved to be more than pleasing to him, waiting to exhale before running both hands around its owner’s strands to eliminate the remaining dry spots thoroughly. As a result of this encounter, parts of his visage lit up, possessing a color more warmer and organic than his tresses and coating respectively as he ran his hands across the upper half of his body in the midst of the growing condensation already established by the substance currently active so to speak of; nevertheless, he was also aware that something else was missing entirely.

Speaking of which, Crimson remained conscious of the fact his time in there wasn’t to last any longer, already remember the motivations of his younger peer from minutes ago and perhaps beyond that timeframe; even though he’d show little emotion in regards to the matter at hand, the fact that such an opportunity would be wasted overall wasn’t something worth crossing his mind.

Fahrenheit Indigo Profiting

Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I had said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part.

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

Fahrenheit Indigo Profiting

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

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

Out of many, two buxom mares were found in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd possessed certain commonalities: cold tresses flowing out, height and stature, and red collars donned around their necklines; of course, there were still many significant differences. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion through the passing times: for starters, one of them was an indigo pegasus with splits of blue and violet while the other was a regular pony coated in orange with puffed purple tied with green. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the indigo mare had borne some opalescent cornflowers within her adventurous eyes whereas the orange counterpart wore only the brilliant cerise containing illustrious excitement. Out of the twosome in question, the colder one was athletic bearing a small umbilicus while the warmer other was more lanky, in–depth, and dense; in addition, the former possessed fully solar smile adorning the flanks whilst the latter carried flannel hearts of pink, purple, and gold laid out.

Observing the mares were a pair of stallions also devoid of clothing themselves and being so ostensively indistinguishable from one another by virtue of being blue–eyed blonds; of course, they, too, had their own traits. Considering the collective presence and tumescence, even they were enjoying the performance: like the indigo pegasus, one stallion was winged colored silver; the other one was normal as the orange, darker than the former. Here, their own body types contrast against each other much like the amorous twosome before them: the blond pegasus had borne a more lipid form whereas the more colorful counterpart was limber like the winged kisser. Apparently, even the stallions’ flanks bore an emphasis on their very differences straightaway: the silvery one wore hot pink drapery lined with thin white zigzags; the indigo other had a big gold star with three horseshoes.

“Mmm… your coltfriend sure is thankful to have you as a better lover, Hyacinth…” the orange mare had cooed lasciviously, taking the time to give the titular target some room to breathe in before kissing the latter on the lips once again.

The indigo pegasus reeked of contentment, already at ease with what they themselves were doing at this passing moment in time as her undercarriage leaked about in a stagnant solution sighing, “I know: I’ve been teaching Cloudy everything he needs to go improve himself, Plaid; besides, even your coltfriend shouldn’t mind us having some fun together, especially with his dick out…”

“Indeed…!” the aforementioned equine snorted, glancing at the blonds nearby with their shafts firmly in the grip of their leftmost hands as they pushed and pulled themselves gently, “besides, I was letting Star do me in the butt earlier just so he could satisfy himself with the foreplay beforehand if you know what I mean…”

“Ah, he should’ve eaten you out first; makes the whole experience enjoyable firsthand…” Hyacinth sighed after breaking away this time for some air only to return to the task at hand straightaway.

While this was going on, the two stallions near the mares were furiously stroking their shafts to and fro towards them, their rhythm barely synchronized to the sounds of their shared moaning. To many, this was of no surprise whatsoever to anyone considering where they were currently; as a matter of fact, there were similar scenes still taking place around themselves already at once. For what it was worth, neither mare had ever objected to their minuscule audience in the very slightest, blushing and drooling about even as both Cloudy and Star patted their yards around.

Out of many, one lone yellow mare was found to be resting her only knees onto the waters, merely many meters away from the blonds. Sets of straight red tresses were found making its very way throughout her back, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the mare’s head was a light pink bow resting on them, creating a piece of shade from the reflected light with an illustrious sheen. Around her luxurious pupils were circles of a clockwork orange already widened by a coy lustful smile, both offset by a small freckled flock. In regards to the redhead’s attire, all that she wore around her neck was a red collar that was in the go–between of her tresses and hair bow. Considering the utter lack of clothing thereof, her slender body showed off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and a slender sheath. Resting upon her flanks was a purple tinted apple with a heart of a lighter shade inside a tricolor shield painted in that alongside red and pink.

Resting underneath the yellow redhead was Tender Taps already in betwixt her gaskins as he’d held her tightly much to their delight, his tresses wet with both fluids and eyes lidded in a blush while also in the altogether, the limber but muscular frame and wavering prepuce adjacently within her line of sight along with the abandoned attire latching around the latter’s very hooves.

Despite the orange stallion’s effort, she held firm and moaned passionately into the air, “oh, Ten–Ten… make yer wife proud…!”

It didn’t take long for him to heed her words, the dripping elaborate flowerbed above already planted towards his perspective being lapped at with the state they were currently in so to speak of in the very least. With the same tongue, Tender Taps was jutting into the yellow redhead right at once, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans rather responsively. She’s reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of the orange stallion’s body, the former’s flanks still held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried inside at once running a roundabout quickly. He’d soon found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent fundament, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back to the yellow redhead’s haunches and vice versa respectively. Sure enough, she’d felt salivation curling down from the corner of her hot lips with Tender Taps’ exploration had given way to satisfaction and concupiscence as he’d stretched her croup widely with such easiness. The yellow redhead had gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the sight of the orange stallion’s shaft soon enough as the dribble escaped, surpassing the very point of wishing to have it lodged deeply into herself. She’d attempted to reach down towards her supersaturated undercarriage and started furbishing rhythmically as he was still permeating all throughout her flanks in an illustrious manner no less, slurping and licking. The yellow redhead mewled yet again after feeling yet another stroke of the tongue from Tender Taps, prompting herself to find a small portion of time to quickly remove her sheath off of him and crawled away.

“Apple Bloom…” the orange stallion had meekly mewed out to his eponymous wife in such a mild–mannered bewilderment no less, “what’s wrong; why did you stop: did I do something wrong…?”

“As a matter of fact, ya did: ya came too fast, Ten–Ten; thankfully, Ah have just the exercise ready fer ya t’ make all that spunk get out…” the yellow redhead had only answered back at him right away with a smirk, currently resting her own haunches onto where his yard stood up.

Thereon out, Tender Taps felt his freshly wet prepuce now inside of her fundament as she felt herself being entered by him despite his supine formation, something that the latter didn’t mind. Surely, the movement started slow like before gaining some momentum steadily as the orange stallion cuddled had Apple Bloom with the tips of his fingers just nearing her umbilicus already. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did the yellow redhead started feeling her bust being affected by her peer’s right hand as the slippery surface of its pith and substance was just caught. Now, she’d cerebrated about in regards to her flowerbed still burning about with hot moisture accumulating about from not long ago; of course, Tender Taps used his right hand to move in. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, Apple Bloom moaned the loudest of the two since her waist was being occupied at both ends by none other than her orange correspondent. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against the yellow redhead’s croup with growing determination, still feeling himself on her body. In a matter of moments, Tender Taps was close enough to unleash a discharge into her, the latter now reacting to the surface of his prepuce as its owner had moved inwardly and out repeatedly. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time as Apple Bloom was losing control of her own body as the orange stallion clenched his eyelids, perspiring about as she’d lolled her salivated tongue out.

Suddenly, he’d bucked his hips into the yellow redhead’s flanks fast and loose, letting out a strained loud moan alongside some more to little end in sight so to speak, “OH, APPLE BLOOM…!”

Only then did Tender Taps relent immediately afterwards, already panting and huffing about as she’d gotten away from him with so much ease; stretching about was a small string of white liquid in between themselves before being broken away almost instantaneously in the very least.

“Mmm… it’s just like Rosemound only we get t’ be clean and dirty at the same time and place…” Apple Bloom laughed sensually, finding the time to rest herself onto the water underneath her back this time, “the only thing that remains the same is being there with you, Ten–Ten…”

“Same here with you…” the orange stallion replied as he’d climbed on top of the yellow redhead amicably at once.

Since they were now lying down amongst the waterfront, their eyes were still accented by blushing considering both faces maintained distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while his frigid trembling started to cease straightaway immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to their collective concupiscence: of the twosome, she was still itching for some more loving. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When Tender Taps transferred his lips from Apple Bloom down to her neckline, he then exhaled dioxide from his muzzle, breathing down her literally. Only then when the orange stallion’s tongue started licking the yellow redhead’s shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawling around with anticipation. Once immediately, her smile grew as he quickly slid his tongue down to the cleavage in betwixt delivering pleasure hoped for with a silent whinny. Delighted by the sheer fact that Tender Taps started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, Apple Bloom had started letting out loud soft moans.

Their sensitive escapade went unnoticed as two additional mares were found nearby the couple, both alike in fair dignity at first as they'd also possessed commonalities: cold eyes, height and stature, and red collars worn around necklines; of course, they’d many significant differences. Like Hyacinth and Plaid, they were already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing time: for starters, one of them was another pegasus similar to the nearby stallion while the other was a regular pony coated in white with citrus tresses of lemon and lime. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in their juxtaposed viewing between the blushing two: only the winged tenant had borne some vivid violets within her adventurous eyes whereas the bleached counterpart wore only the brilliant green containing illustrious excitement instead. Out of the two in question, the orange pegasus was athletic bearing a tiny bosom while the blonde mare was more curvaceous by a mere fraction; additionally, the former wore an open blue swimsuit with yellow accents whilst the latter donned a green bandeau with some skinnier fabric. Even though they were far from nude so to speak, their collective dishabille had given countless potential observers a peek at their respective flanks: the winged lover wore a similar tricolor shield but with a wheel while the bleached correspondent donned a spectral slice of a citrus fruit.

Of the two mismatched mares, the orange pegasus sighed after breaking away from the blonde mare, “ah, what a fucking relief it is…”

“I know, right…?” the bleached coequal sniggered before latching at her winged counterpart’s bust briefly so to speak, “it would be even much nicer if we had something to drink other than the water; wanna check out the teashop before we continue, Scootaloo…?”

“I don’t see any reason why not, Lemon; of course, I’m still remembering this is my first time here, let alone in Vanhoover of all places…” the titular tenant tittered timidly, turning to take note of the teeming yet thin throngs of travelers like they themselves.

Putting a finger up to the orange pegasus’ muzzle, her little blonde friend said softly, “let me lead the way; I’ve been to this place before in my life: I’d won a sweepstakes trip to the resort years ago…”

“Okay…!” Scootaloo said, “go right ahead…”

Almost right away, Lemon held her peer’s hands tightly as the former let the latter away from the waterfront, traversing throughout the rest of the aquatic landscape around them and their fellow concelebrants. It wasn’t long until both equines had stopped in place to find a series of glass paneling up in front of them sure enough, most of which was displaying an abundance of refreshments in such varieties alone. Standing between themselves were some sets of several tables with the accompanying chairs underneath, less than that being currently occupied by others like and even unlike the twosome so to speak of. Utterly perched on top nearby the curvature was only an amalgamation of wood, foam, and metal gears, each having spelt out the very establishment’s name to serve as a provable reminder of its very purpose.

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 own forms thanks to the fact they were painted in a darker coloring than the likes of the orange pegasus’ patterning. Around the storekeeper’s luxurious pupils were but circles of a brilliant gamboge having already widened about with the tenderly gaze, matching that of Scootaloo’s integuments. Considering the red collar over the neckline, its lone owner was of the same gender as these two; additionally, the former donned a jaded ensemble of only a square hat and 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, the citrus blonde was quick to respond to the silvery unicorn straightaway, “hi… can we have some potato crisps and juice 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 Lemon, 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…”

“I know, he’d told all of us that before we’d even entered: besides us, there were my friends Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle as well as their coltfriends…” the orange pegasus said to the silvery unicorn without any hesitation whatsoever.

It wasn’t long until the buxom storekeeper had returned to the same spot from before with little boxes in tow to give the twosome alongside twin cylinders filled with foodstuff; after handing them over, she’d said simply, “have a nice day…!”

“We will… thanks…!” the lone blonde replied while both of the visitors had stepped back out to find themselves an empty table to enjoy such wares, “it’s such a beautiful day outside: sun is shining, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, nice enough for a game of catch with our old folks…”

“You’re telling me: to be honest, I wasn’t really close enough to my own parents lately as I’d thought; as a matter of fact, ponies used to assume I was some orphaned filly because they’re never around but even that’s not true at all…” Scootaloo simply sighed somberly as she stared at the scenery surrounding themselves so to speak of.

Finding an empty table, the twosome took their seats and laid their fair share of collations acquired recently on top of the surface: as soon as the items were opened, its scents slowly wafted in their nostrils before Lemon ever even spoke back, “that’s weird, I thought that one of your parents was a schoolteacher in Ponyville like Cheerilee or something like that…”

“Not quite; of course, I had other relatives who’d looked out for me so I wasn’t really alone…” the orange pegasus answered, sliding the plastic lid gently and slowly before getting a handful of scarce solid starch out of there, “with that said, I always hated myself for being an only child in the household, let alone being one of the oldest in the classroom no less. The fact that I had no cutie mark at that point in time did me no favors because of her, always making me feel like I’m some overgrown foal rather than an equal; as a matter of fact, I was about this close to humiliating her and Silver, just like what I could’ve done to Babs one spring weekend years ago. Ever since that day my friends and I formed that club, I’d never considered the possibility that either of them would have a reason for acting this way to us, let alone such a personality like it: even if what Applejack said was true, she should’ve at least told all of us about why her cousin was visiting from Manehattan ahead of time.”

“Sounds like you had a rough time adjusting; I thought you pegasi would’ve been more comfortable in Cloudsdale instead…” the bleached blonde said she’d pulled the straw off of the box it was attached to right away, destroying the elastic covering in the process which had preserved it.

This earned a slight frown from the likes of Scootaloo whom retorted to Lemon instantaneously, “not everyone with wings is cut out to live in the clouds; besides, even my wings were bad back then when I was a foal, you know Lemon…”

“I would have loved to see the city someday; it’s still seems beautiful: all that history and industry…” the bleached blonde blurted out bluntly with basic bliss, basking about in the brisk atmosphere brazenly, “I wonder if the princess would be in the mood to make a sky–walker potion on her free time if we ask…”

“Don’t even bother: I’m sure that Twilight still has better things to do than potions making; besides, it’ll probably be even worse than that love potion my friends and I made for Big Mac…” the orange pegasus quoted reactively so to undermine variable wonderment xylographed youthful zeal.

Lemon asked Scootaloo, “how could it be…?”

“It’s a long story: I won’t bore you with the details but it would’ve spelled big trouble for him in hindsight; besides, even I myself had to help clean up the mess…” the orange pegasus summarized so to speak, taking the time to sustain herself with the foodstuff she and her bleached counterpart had, “in hindsight, I still feel sorry for Cheerilee though nevertheless…”

“Me too…” Lemon gulped after the lone box in her rightmost hand shrank in both size and volume over time.

Across the area from the bleached blonde’s eyesight was a quartet of mares occupying a table, alike in fair dignity at first glance by virtue of having multicolored tresses: as a matter of fact, Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream were found within that gang of four; of course, each of them possessed significant differences, even with their own appropriate attire for this very occasion. Speaking of which, compared to the pink pony’s previously colorful textiles, she was currently wearing a black bandeau and white towel below the very neckline, both of the fabrics serving to accommodate the red collar around her; because of the liberal state she was in, her body served as evidence of the thinly toned figure kept with flanks bearing a paintbrush and purple spiral. Sitting right next to Toola–Roola was the silver counterpart, having already ditched the bright combination for a similar attire which the former wore, this time with an orange and blue scheme alongside with another red collar around the owner’s neck; likewise, the latter’s slightly portly form was now freed to embrace the cold open air with some pies on the sides of the bare flank. Also, a fruity pegasus was found on the opposite end of the pink pony, bearing a brilliant tangelo painting the coat with dark textures as a small swimsuit slathered in blackness, matching the collar its owner was wearing to contrast the ones which the latter and Coconut Cream wore; additionally, the former’s eyes were also blue and both flanks had several violet lepidopterans. On a similar note, another pink pony was found next to her flighty colleague, except unlike Toola–Roola, she was also a pegasus wearing a much larger yet open swimsuit white like snow along with another black collar; because of this, the former had only donned a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil at the side of it right over the limber toned flanks at this moment.

Of the foursome in question, the petite peer soon became primed to peep promptly, “so what brings you here back from Ponyville…?”

“It’s simple, Flutterbye: I’m taking the semester off; I’ve worked hard enough…” the pale correspondent answered back right away, sipping from a glass of clear brown fluid from a cup, “the first thing that came to my mind since its end was seeing my friend again; we’ve met together a long time ago…”

“Yeah, I know… you told all of us earlier; besides, I needed this vacation to get away from what happened: of course, there’s no point in reiterating anyway…” the winged counterpart faraway from Toola–Roola sighed, glancing at the landscape behind them, taking note of their various tenants and the positions they were in currently.

Flutterbye finally found the airtime to speak, “have you ever considered hooking up with a special somepony…? Samoa and I have been sharing him; as a matter of fact, we were at Rosemound months ago: it was a great time for us to bond and be able to express ourselves.”

“A threesome: I can’t even consider it; is it wise…?” the pink pegasus sputtered about, looking at her hands intently with widened eyes amongst the somber visage “the idea of letting other ponies share a lover together without being married or something… it feels kind of selfish and such, not to mention confusing…”

“I agree, it’s not meant for everyone, let alone ponies like us; after all, I’ll never forget the day Kettle Corn invited us to join Skeedaddle for something like this: caught both of us off–guard…” the silver heavyweight had chucked nervously.

This caused the far–off flier to fritter about, “she did?! She’d got to be kidding if she was going to say something this bold…!”

“To be honest, she wasn’t; come to think of it, her coltfriend seemed to be the kind of pony with a porn stash full of fillyfoolers like us: of course, this was bound to happen so to speak…” Coconut Cream said as she took a bite from her baked pastry of creamed cherries cautiously, “as a matter of fact, there are at least a third of these guys in the water park now. Since we still live in a matriarchy, it shouldn’t even be surprising: we still outnumber them yet the notion of any stallion rule us wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever; anyway, it’s not like we’ve become the capital of sex tourism overall, Rainbow Harmony…”

“More like trouble central if you ask me…” the aforementioned peer sighed sadly so to speak of it.

This earned a concerned look from the three of them, especially the grounded correspondent who spoke to the pink pegasus, “don’t be like that, I’m sure that you’ll find someone in here soon enough; even I can guarantee it…”

“Really, you mean it… even after what she did to me…?” Rainbow Harmony outcried a little lightly to Toola–Roola in such sheer bewilderment no less, “I don’t even know how I can say it like that now: usually I’d never thought about settling down in Ponyville even before I’d met her; even before moving there…”

“Come to think of it, none of us ever even seen your hometown, let alone know where it is: what’s the name of it…?” the pale pink pony prompted the proximate pegasus peer preemptively.

At this point in time, Rainbow Harmony answered, “Bales, it’s nearby the capital and I’ve been thinking about going back there since Cozy had been defeated: at least, they wouldn’t have to chase me all the way there should they try again; of course, I’d have to avoid the airships and trains to get there incognito…”

“Whatever happened to letting go of the past…?” the silver heavyweight interjected plainly with only mere concern for her friend’s pegasus supplement, “as far as everypony knows now, her crimes are her crimes alone, not yours: even Twilight made this clear for many of us, especially knowing what she did; besides, I’d apologized for what I did to you already, Mona…”

“I know; I still have nightmares about it: had to suffer the indignity of being violated for having a relationship with Cozy of all ponies…” Rainbow Harmony orated with only some subdued melancholy, much to the detriment of her peers.

While all three equines were at a loss of words, the fruity pegasus found the strength her left arm around her pink peer and said to the latter, “how about we go somewhere and do something gentle like making out until Pipsqueak and Samoa get back out: that could turn them on; would that be okay…?”

“Yeah, whatever…” said Rainbow Harmony, now finding the strength within to rise from her seating straightaway, “at least it should be enough to help me move on with my life for the time being…”

“That’s the spirit…!” Flutterbye fluted freely, following after her fellow friend’s floored flight forthwith.

As the pegasi walked along the flat blocks of the marine premises, the pink pedestrian was calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time: so now it was time for her fruity friend to be entertaining the notion of companionship and the former as the latter’s very first consensual colleague. At the very least, they’ve both seen how thinking of the past was for the slow pessimists and that the brainy optimists use inspiration and enthusiasm for now it was lovely music coming to their collective aid since the atmosphere alone was openly stereophonic and many of them saw at once what to do.

Speaking of which, there was one particular individual both pegasi had passed by on their way to parts unknown: a griffin of the same gender as they themselves. Like their coating, much of the winged body was covered in feathers, many of which a grayish cyan matching both eyes along with some silver and light blue. 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 adorned around the owner’s neck; in addition, a turquoise rubber band was also found tying the plumes back. Besides the cyan griffin’s bouncy cleavage, she also happened to have a leonine waistline, paws, and tail, key differences between herself and all of the equines.

Standing right behind her was an overweight stallion colored in an emerald splash, looking over her leaning body with concupiscence alone. A moderate shade of grayish indigo tresses were found to be short yet forthcoming, kept neatly in check to avoid any kinds of distractions. Like the cyan griffin, the jaded stallion also had some big blue eyes, albeit in a moderate azure reminiscent of the waters inside and out too. Additionally, he was also in the altogether, already showing off his rolls of lipids and a wavering shaft glimmering about into her direction. Donned right upon the jaded stallion’s very flanks, a rather simplistic illustration of two solitary pinecones was sharing the same thin branch.

Stroking the yard briefly, he’d said to the cyan griffin straightaway, “are you ready for some butt stuffing, Gabby…?”

“Anything for you, Master Seed; go on ahead, shove it on into my fluffy tailhole…!” the eponymous female cooed, waving her haunches to and fro at the jaded stallion standing abaft lifted up the lanky tail, “mm…!”

It wasn’t long until the freshly exposed prepuce of his had now went inside of the cyan griffin’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 Seed held onto her breech firmly with his fingertips gently digging into the thin fur above. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did Gabby had started feeling her wet flowerbed getting heated all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water. Now, the cyan griffin was firmly aware of how her undercarriage already burned about with such heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, she’d now moaned loudly since her haunches were occupied by the jaded stallion whom wasted no time thrusting about. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced up against Gabby’s fundament abrasively while dripping about. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments Seed got close enough to the cyan griffin bursting, her breech reacting toward his entries. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as she was losing control of her own body whereas the jaded stallion had closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about as well.

“Ah, are you… ready for what’s… cumming, my little griffin slut…?” he’d heaved, pumping himself now slowly into Gabby whom was so tensed up, a stream of achromatic liquid was escaping from her sheath underneath.

For what it was worth, the cyan griffin couldn’t take it any longer, crying out almost immediately as Seed stopped himself midway, “do it, dammit…!”

A wicked smile grew over the jaded stallion’s visage as he’d gently pulling out of her once more only to take the time to aim at the same spot from before; sure enough, his rigid shaft had finally lodged itself in, shooting off its very warmth as his body was now arching forward to the point they were both becoming reminiscent of an acute angle, a far cry from the quarter turn of events.

“Oh, fuck…” he’d cried, sliding out of Gabby with a tiny drenched pop as some of his extract rained from her recently affected breech, “look at all that batter…”

“You alright, master Seed… is there anything that this griffin slave can do for you…?” the cyan griffin asked after slowly turning around to find that the titular tenant abaft herself was losing his stance a bit.

Retaining the strength to crouch a bit, the jaded stallion panted straightaway, “just clean my cock please…”

It didn’t take long for her to stoop to the level of where his yard remain lax, guiding her beak towards it gently with a grin upon both of their visages. Gently pecking the prepuce straightaway, Gabby started lapping around Seed’s supersaturated surface area, collecting the solution made not long ago. The cyan griffin soon gotten a mouthful of the jaded stallion’s shaft since that’s what she’d been honestly looking forward to savoring with her tongue. Quickly going to work on his yard with her own two claws by massaging the nerves within its layers with such desire, he’d pushed and pulled lightly. Fancying the aiding and abetting in hot pursuit for such pleasure, Gabby started syncing up with Seed’s movement currently despite the imminent end. Sure enough, this had finally come to pass: the jaded stallion felt his prepuce lightened, emptying itself into the cyan griffin again, this time in the mouth.

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, one pale white pony was discovered to be standing up about right underneath the steamy rainstorm all roundabout the way. A set of long cerise locks were found making its very way to the nape, matching its owner’s eyes as they were weighed down by moisture. Supplementing them both were some blushing about, contrasting against the white pony’s visage as it had contorted into fury and disbelief. In regards to the lonely lipid inhabitant’s attire, there was only but a blue collar right around the neckline; nothing else clung underneath it. Slathered right upon the white pony’s flanks was an abacus with its beads matching both of the tresses and irises belonging to its owner.

“I am a stallion; I just happened to look like a mare… that’s all…!” the lipid inhabitant muttered in annoyance slamming a rightmost fist into a tile with little warning whatsoever, “it’s not like I’m some late bloomer and yet I wonder: how long has it been since that day; how come it hasn’t happened yet…?”

Any heat that escaped from the white pony’s face had instantaneously blended in with the dank and dire atmosphere, still steadily keeping it cool. With such low intensity, it was really easy for the lipid inhabitant alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from overlooking the shoulders. Either way, the white pony in question was already losing her composure; sure enough, that livid visage was transmuted into some utter uncertainty. Despite the lipid inhabitant’s back turning to face the same wall that was briefly attacked, such confidence was now falling apart into the wayside.

“Little Red, are ya there, sug…?” a gentle voice escaped into the white pony’s ears immediately, causing the latter to look up at the source of it all.

Standing adjacently to the lipid inhabitant was but only another equine, a sundance unicorn with predominantly dark red tresses matching the collar. Staring at the white pony were a pair of big brown eyes reeking with concern, resisting the heat and humidity around themselves as its owner stood. Seeing as there were large bosoms on the sundance unicorn, it was clear as day despite the mist the observer was female, a trait her lipid peer noted. Shown on her flanks were an ample apple in the form of a brass bell, darker than the wet coat she’d been wearing yet inorganic to untrained eyes.

It didn’t take long for the white pony to speak, “Libby…”

“What’s wrong: is there somethin’ ya been fixin’ t’ talk about…?” the aforementioned equine asked as she’d moved closer to her lipid peer with a tender grin, “Ah am right there fer ya, sug…”

“Are you ashamed of being with me…?” Little Red asked the sundance unicorn almost rather instantaneously.

Although the smiling was faltering a bit, she’d maintained her composure and replied to the white pony, “barely… you were the first pony Ah had the pleasure of meetin’ who was honest ‘bout themself, that’s all…”

“But at what cost…?” the lipid peer said to Libby with some tears escaping, “usually, when ponies reach puberty, that’s supposed to be the day and age for us to develop and stuff, at least because of a twenty–third chromosome; but for me, I was born without one. My parents knew about and did the best they could to raise me even though there were times they didn’t understand me at all; I’m probably willing to bet that all that teasing I would’ve gone through may as well be much worse than what Diamond Tiara had in store for me if it weren’t for that day. Even though they wouldn’t have thought of me as such, I couldn’t help it but to see myself as nothing more than a little freak: I couldn’t go to the bathroom without wondering what others may think of me, had to sit down to use the toilet all the time, even contemplated dyeing my mane and tail so nopony would confuse me with Pinkie Pie of all ponies…! I’d figure that by finding a job as a librarian to settle down in would be enough but even the world finds a way to mock me with these novels and pictures of other ponies in suggestive situations; even reminiscing is making me cry right now…!”

“Look, sweetheart… not having a twenty–third chromosome isn’t something t’ be ashamed of; if anything, the only ones who should be ashamed are a bunch of narrow–minded bastards: cowards teasing and mocking others fer being different and say even worser things behind their back…” the sundance unicorn said as she sat down onto the wet flooring right next to Little Red.

The white pony spoke to her, “sounds like you were the belle of the ball when it comes to the dating game…”

“Please, Ah am an Apple, nothing more, nothing less; ponies like me never had the time fer courtship and the like, especially school dances…” Libby laughed lightheartedly, latching onto the lipid peer loosely for the latter to look at lightly leering, “besides, it’s no fun being one of the few unicorns in the family, especially when yer magic burns out faster than most of them…”

“I didn’t know that…” Little Red had sputtered.

Sucking in some moistened air, the sundance unicorn said to the white pony, “why else do ya think Ah wear a hat in this family, fer the style or the substance…? Anyways, don’t let that get ya down: there are plenty of ponies who are willing t’ accept you fer who ya are; that’s what being yerself is about. Now, let’s just focus on having some fun: Smudge Proof was generous t’ invite the both of us t’ his party again so the least we can do is enjoy ourselves; speaking of which, how ‘bout a little drink from me…?”

“Hmm…?” the lipid inhabitant said to her in confusion right away as she crawled up in front of the latter, “what about the water, ma’am…?”

“Wasn’t talking ‘bout water sug…” Libby lithed as she guided Little Red’s left hand over to her bust gently.

The white pony started fondling the sundance unicorn with all the fingertips, checking each and every part of its surface area with tender care. The lipid inhabitant had soon circumnavigated around her nubbin slowly but surely, earning a giggle when they’d neared its epicenter soon. Thereon, Little Red was at a loss of words while touching up Libby as they were both being rained upon by water directly over themselves.

Collective concupiscence climbing on the up and up, the white pony heard the sundance unicorn sigh, causing the former to giggle at the latter, “you must be really enjoying this, aren’t you, Libby: pleased that you were born a fully developed mare unlike ponies like me; tell me, did you start dating me just so that your parents would stop pestering you into settling down already…?”

“Just get it over with, will ya?!” she’d snarled at her licentious peer playfully, stealing away a kiss from the latter in the process, “Ah have needs t’ be satisfied and you’re the pony up for the task…”

With a long session of pinching and twisting about, Little Red started drinking in the flavorful fluids from Libby’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind some thin ribbons of salivation. The sundance unicorn began mewing intently when she’d felt the white pony’s teeth starting to chew over the cleavage, causing some milk spurted from them only for the latter to lap it up to the former’s delight. Frankly, the otherwise dirty deed continued on for a mere few minutes until the lipid individual lifted upwardly to her lips, kissing her once again with feeling as she was tasting the owner’s glands soon enough.

Breaking away yet again, Little Red wasted no time whatsoever in heaving at Libby, “you know, for a freelancer, you make some great milk…”

“All the better it is t’ share it with you; of course, any mare bearing mah form would be capable of having such things but a unicorn like mahself has so much more t’ offer ya: a free hornjob…!” the sundance unicorn had chuckled prior to lowering her head towards the white pony’s muzzle, “start sucking, sweetie…!”

The lipid inhabitant soon transferred both lips from to her horn, exhaling the carbonated dioxide from the nostrils as the former started rather steadily. Only then when Little Red’s tongue began lapping Libby’s horn some sparkling grew from there, bearing the light reminiscent of her chocolate disco. Once immediately, the sundance unicorn’s smile grew as the white pony had quickly settled both hands nearby her red tail, gently providing abutment. Silently whinnying about, she was delighted by the sheer fact that her peer started leaving behind some salivation letting out loud some soft moaning. Little Red was amazed to find that amidst the mists, Libby’s horn had made the former’s palate get overwhelmed with flavor as its base radiated on. Despite the diluting abundance of similar compounds, the white pony refused to relent, savoring the gifted moment courtesy of the sundance unicorn. Even so, the time being spent wasn’t meant to last forever, let alone past mere minutes: even the lipid inhabitant knew it well and decided to let her be.

“You know what, Libby…?” Little Red cooed while eyeing the eponymous equine underneath the former’s gaze effortlessly, “you’re right about the whole unicorn thing; even though your magic lacks endurance, you still taste delicious though: I just wish we could’ve gone on like this…”

“That’s okay, Red, we still have time…” the sundance unicorn said as she stood onto her own kneecaps, presenting the white pony her flowerbed.

It wasn’t long until the lipid inhabitant’s tongue quickly slipped out of the mouth and slowly slid into her undercarriage, lapping its contents as she rested her hand onto the former with subdued glee. With Little Red’s muzzle tickling about before slowly slithering inward, Libby moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness as the former ran that tongue around the spread folds of the latter’s sheath. The white pony could barely help it, drooling every time spent sliding in and out of the sundance unicorn’s flowerbed repetitively, causing her to moan demurely which soon turned into loud yelps. The moment the depths of her undercarriage were being tampered, the sheer cold from the lipid inhabitant’s expedition soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from there immediately at once.

Cascading Cerulean Citification

Author's Note

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 Trefoil and Savannah Smile will make an appearance in this one and they belong to ArtAnon.

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 year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about over the years; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Cascading Cerulean Citification

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.

Of the remaining tenants, a blue unicorn was now literally sitting at the sidelines, looking at the peers with intrigue and concupiscence overall. The tresses had come with two differing colors vying for dominance, yet only the cerulean had prevail while amber spikes were onto its edge. Regarding attire, the blue unicorn wore a pair of red board shorts, showing off the limber but athletic frame as they were moisten with water. Speaking of which, it was the very color of the viewer’s pupils matching said compound, albeit warmer and in a darker shade than the coating.

Resting at the blue unicorn’s lap was one lone gilded mare, attending to the former’s need straightaway to the latter’s contentment alone. Regions of raspberry and rose were discovered to running away all throughout her very tresses, both colors spoken loudly and proudly about. Discovered 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 were circles of sea green having already been widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all she wore were a red collar around the neck and white panties, showing off her tender yet petite form. Resting over her flanks was a true blue feathery quill writing down a jet black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her body was clean.

“So how was the resort trip so far; please to find it was worth coming over to Vanhoover, Skeedaddle…?” the gilded mare asked the titular tenant while latching her hand onto his clothing playfully with a smile.

The blue unicorn was quick to reply to her right away, “a bit wilder than I’d expected, at least before we’d showed up, Kettle Corn: the invite Smudge Proof sent us did say swimwear was optional; come to think of it, I don’t think that it would end up turning into a brothel too so fast…”

“Don’t worry about it, Skee; after all, you didn’t have a problem with the drinks I’ve provided, if you know what I mean…” the aforementioned lounger giggled mirthfully, gently yanking onto the middle of his board shorts with tender gazing, “besides, I still had great times at Rosemound letting you paint my body with watercolors: makes the whole thing easier…”

“I know how much you love those circles, KC…” Skeedaddle snorted, still seeing such scenes of sensuality so to speak.

It wasn’t long until the gilded mare grabbed the blue unicorn’s attention by freeing his prepuce from the fabric, taking in what precious time on her hands to ascertain the various details overall: its tumescence thick as a pestle and bearing the shapeliness of a pistle; this prompted the latter to snigger, “not as much as your little cock, Skee…”

Initially, she’d used her bare hands to knead his shaft around playfully like a joystick; before long, her own tongue started slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding around and about freely. Somewhat helplessly, all that Skeedaddle could do was rest one of his hands on Kettle Corn’s pink mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she made from licking his yard.

“Oh, KC…!” the blue unicorn sibilated through his gritted teeth when the gilded mare now forwarded her very mouth inwardly as he’d blushed about, “yeah… keep at it; you’re doing great…”

She was enjoying the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning his prepuce even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give herself more room to lick around. Skeedaddle could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Kettle Corn’s hot and heavy lips going around his shaft before being nestled in between her massive cleavage. Soon, with the blue unicorn’s yard sliding throughout ‘til its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, the gilded mare now started squeezing both her bosoms mutually on each side. Swaying them up and down concomitantly while the tongue started to slip through and out below their owner’s lips, she was now reaching the tip of his prepuce with such utter salivation about. Sure enough, Skeedaddle started getting aroused at what Kettle Corn was doing, even as his soft moaning was the only sound being heard by the likes of her alone, not that she’d ever minded.

“Hey guys, what’s up…?” another feminine voice had cut them off from the occasion: of the twosome addressed in question, the gilded mare felt her visage becoming darker than her very tresses alone.

The new voice on the inside had belonged to another pink pegasus; like Kettle Corn, the other mare in question possessed similarities right between themselves: cold eyes, a moderate physique, and some blushing beneath. Of course, there were many significant differences amongst the two peers at hand: of them, one of which was that the pedestrian’s mane and tail had possessed a predominantly cyan swirl with some hot pink highlights accenting it. Another was the fact that rather than the gilded integuments coloring the lounger, the pegasus’ coating was flowery, bearing the likeness and textures of a rose in a lighter shade compared to the former’s tresses while blushing on. Donned over the pedestrian’s form were a jet black ensemble of a collar and maillot accentuating her femininity; despite such modesty, the flanks were possessing a frosted slice of cake colored yellow and blue with a topped cherry.

Almost immediately, Kettle Corn was quick to call out to the pink pegasus standing next to the chocolatey unicorn, “good morning, Tulip Swirl and Mocha Berry… beautiful day in Vanhoover, isn’t it…?”

“Not as beautiful as being able to see you two together for old times’ sake, ain’t it right, Skeeter…?” the standing stallion snickered straightaway so to speak freely, “no wonder why this resort is so popular: a good way to feel like we’re a part of the environment with all that scenery in front of us and in the summertime too; class was beginning to remind me of Tartarus…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean…” the blue unicorn struggled to speak to his unclothed peer, looking away from the latter’s shaft.

Tulip Swirl ultimately now acutely muttered intermittently, “speaking of which, at least it should serve as a respite from what had happened so long ago…”

“Indeed… it’s actually brave of her to trek all the way to the city by her lonesome even after you–know–who did you–know–what…” the gilded mare commented concurrently as she’d looked at Rainbow Harmony on across the poolside, “in all fairness, I wish we could’ve cheered up Rainbow Harmony once the whole mess was cleared away, poor girl and all that damage…”

“She wasn’t the only one targeted; it seems that even though Cozy Glow had been dealt with, it’d felt like almost open season on pink pegasi since then: even Cupid was almost mistaken for one of her disguise, all because of some colorblind pony…” the already black clothed denizen elaborated fearlessly going hereon inward just keenly.

Mocha Berry held Tulip Swirl tightly and whispered soundly, “at least you have me to stick up for ya…?”

“Speaking of which, how about we try something special since we’re all there today: how about we have a foursome; I do Mobe, you finish off with Skeeter, and then our boyfriends can watch us clean up after ourselves…?” the proximate pink pegasus peeped proudly, catching her three peers off–guard including Kettle Corn mostly, “seeing what you were gonna do, it’d be swell!”

“Now, now… I’m pretty sure that it’s a bit too soon all of the sudden, not to mention blunt; to be honest, I was expecting Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream to join in years earlier but not you…” the gilded mare laughed nervously while sweating about.

Giggling about, Tulip Swirl yattered, “what reason would they have to be involved with the likes of you and your lover’s company now…? As far as many of us have remembered, they weren’t here to come to the day camp we’ve been to since the Crusaders had established it; of course, this was to help us find a purpose in our lives. These two, on the other hand, seemed to have figured everything out for themselves: La–La got herself a career in the creative arts and Cream girl gave them a taste of her culinary arts; but the arts and crafts they’ve been making together was bound to happen.”

“You don’t have to remind me about them two; besides, it’s much not worth calling their relationship an open secret, especially with these gals going at it…” Skeedaddle sputtered as his sights were directed towards a pair of mares from across the poolside fitting the dry pedestrians’ descriptions, “as a matter of fact, they’re doing it now…”

“Mmm…!” Toola–Roola moaned as she was lain aside with her cannons inside of the water around Coconut Cream’s cranium while the latter licentiously lapped at the former’s fork freely in the altogether.

The silver heavyweight remained clothed in the liquid for the most part, having placed her face over the sheath so that the tongue slipped out the mouth slowly slid inside the grounded friend. It wasn’t long until Coconut Cream licked Toola–Roola’s flowerbed, already stretched wide by a pair of hands resting on the latter’s taken area immediately as the former remained in the water. The grounded lounger had moaned slowly yet loudly as her metallic correspondent ran that tongue around the widening gaskins only centimeters away from reaching the flanks underneath. Coconut Cream could barely help herself but drooled every time she’d gone sliding inside and out of Toola–Roola repetitively with occasional descent, much to the latter’s delight so to speak. In no time, the pink lounger given out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the silver heavyweight’s tongue soon licked deep inside the former’s fork. The sheer coldness of Coconut Cream’s tongue had caused a clear fluid to squirt all out from Toola–Roola in return, even onto the warm taste buds and croup which the former relished into.

It wasn’t long the metallic swimmer rose amidst the pool to kiss her grounded friend in their collective bliss, moist with both sweat and water clinging to the unclothed bodies overall; of the amorous twosome, the former was quick to break away with a moan, “so, you ready for what I’m going to be packing, Too–Roo…?”

“Do it, CiCi, shove that strapon into my cunt already please; you’ve earned it…” Toola–Roola intermittently mewed, eyeing the protuberant appendage reminiscent of a yard both unicorns behind them possessed: unlike theirs, the one Coconut Cream wore was a translucently beady neon, “come on and fuck me already, will ya?!”

“You’ve asked it; remember that…!”the silver heavyweight interjected playfully, shoving her pinker counterpart gently onto the ground where the cold ground made contact with the latter’s coating; speaking of which, it was also when the former started making an entrance gleefully.

Coconut Cream’s cold artificial tumescence soon felt the warm organic folds of Toola–Roola’s sheath, earning a squeak from the latter, “ahn…!”

With little warning whatsoever, they’d both surrendered themselves to their lusts, even though that the silver heavyweight did most of the work for her pink friend. Toola–Roola was trembling about, such apprehension becoming affected by Coconut Cream’s expedition with both of their tongues slipping out in shared ecstasy. Out of the two licentious mares, the silver heavyweight was still pushing herself into the pinker correspondent’s flowerbed so ardently, moaning and grinding about. Adding to their wet and wild state was the salivation growing all throughout their muzzles as they’d both started latching on each other’s busts for reinforcement. Although the mares’ tears were now crawling outwardly from the corner of their eyes, they were elated to be with each other, especially in such a fitting environment. Toola–Roola’s visage burned in a darker shade than her coating thanks to Coconut Cream’s efforts, the former soon growing more supersaturated by the latter.

“Here it comes…!” the silver heavyweight gasped before shoving her appendage into her pink friend again, this time hard and fast than before, “OH, TOO–ROO!”

“CICI…!” Toola–Roola instantly cried as her fork was now completely obstructed, compounds gushing about as Coconut Cream collapsed gently onto the former with the restrained weight making contact with the lighter integument underneath the latter, their hands now running around each other’s bodies while they kissed passionately.

Skeedaddle was at a loss of words with the mares across the poolside osculating one another as his frigid prepuce inured itself from the sight of them both; this didn’t escape the pink pegasus pedestrian’s gaze as she’d giggled rather uproariously, earning a sheepishly soundless mutter, “shit…!”

“Looks like Skeeter couldn’t resist their sex show: can’t blow his load for Kecco yet they came close…” Mocha Berry sniggered, noticing his peer’s quaintly reddish scheme timely, utterly viewing wavelets, “it seems that at this rate, your relationship with her is about to go on the rocks soon enough, am I right…?”

“That’s not true, I was willing to let the two of us experiment with Toola–Roola years ago; it’s a shame that she chose Coconut Cream instead…” Kettle Corn sighed as the blue unicorn looked away in embarrassment at what he’d seen earlier.

Tulip Swirl moved ever closer to the gilded mare and sensually said straightaway, “would you like to choose me instead, Kettle Corn…?”

“Huh…?” the eponymous lounger squeaked alongside Skeedaddle, “what do you mean by that: shouldn’t Mocha be enough to satisfy you…?”

“Of course, but even that’s not enough for me, I’m afraid: from the moment I’d seen you at their camp, the only thing that I could remember about you since this day was your carefree smile; back then, I couldn’t think much besides the touch of your dainty lips upon mine own, Kettle…” the proximate pink pegasus pedestrian prattled promptly, the peer peaking past piqued passion.

It was at this moment the gilded mare reached the illusive intersection titled indecision instantly: the recent stardust memories echoed brevity with her true blue lover and his inadequacy shown; now, it seems the opportunity presented with courtesy of her amorous counterpart had nestled in. At long last, before even considering the other options, Kettle Corn rose to the occasion and did something to make both of the unicorns’ hearts stop a second: she’d locked lips with Tulip Swirl, a brief course of action even surprising the latter, considering the conversation with the former. Now, it was clearly obvious that both Skeedaddle and his chocolatey counterpart had felt their prepuces standing in on endwise towards the very mares who have gotten lost in the throes of their concupiscence, both tongues starting to dance onward, both clandestinely and openly too. Under no circumstance did either equine expect either female to hit it off sooner than they could even try to handle anticipating in the very least; even the pink pegasus pedestrian whom made such an idea was amazed at how quick her gilded peer took her up on that particular scenario. Tulip Swirl became firmly aware of the subtle differences between her and Kettle Corn alone: despite the dishabille, the latter was moreso in the altogether compared to the former so to speak; even the maillot was a reminder holding its owner’s true form back from being displayed openly. The only thing that remained the same was the fact their contrasting attire had begun to seep throughout in betwixt their gaskins, the fluid latching onto their fleshes and the coats they were still wearing as it’d now intermingled with the likes of perspiration and salivation shared alike.

Soon enough, the gilded mare broke away from the osculation and had said to the pink pegasus, “you know, I’ve thought about what the taste of another mare’s lips would be like but I never actually gotten this far, let alone succeed; something tells me you’ve thought about it in a similar way too, haven’t you Tulip…?”

“Mm–hmm…” the titular tenant timidly tittered tersely, “how about I sweeten the deal for you to make this compensated time more worthwhile: I was going to let Mobe have a little fun with my massive money makers first but it seems that you can have that luxury instead; wanna try, though…?”

“You sure about it…?” the gilded mare asked her pink peer retreated slightly from the former and the pool nearby the latter along the unicorns.

Grasping at the thin straps of the jet black maillot, Tulip Swirl pulled them down and displayed her cleavage in its truest form from underneath the fabric: compare to Kettle Corn in the least, it was twofold in both diameter and density while its nubbins were smaller yet thickly sensitive by a stark comparison; with that in mind, the former spoke to the latter, “well, what d’you think…?”

“Oh, my…!” the gilded mare exclaimed as she, Skeedaddle, and Mocha Berry were presently peering inwardly onto the plump pink pegasus’ pneumatically proportionate parallel pattern, “I’d never considered that your chest size would be much bigger than mine; how do you do it, Tulip Swirl?!”

“Two things: diet and exercise; even before either of us were invited, staying in shape was the least that I can do for Mobe to stay with me, amongst other reasons of course…” answered the aforementioned traveler already tittering about.

Speaking of which, the chocolatey unicorn felt his shaft still unyielding and rested his only left hand on there as Kettle Corn spoke to her pink friend, “wish I could do those things if I had the time…”

“You’re still young, KC: there’s still plenty of time for you to get them, at least after the party’s over; maybe by next year, yours will grow to even half my size if you start training with me…” Tulip Swirl uttered now at mere instants, blushing even brightly as the gilded mare touched her, “that’s the spirit, at least you’ll catch on sooner…”

Kettle Corn had wasted no time whatsoever in fondling the other compeer’s bare bosoms slowly with her fingertips, earning a squeak from their owner when the former started examining the latter gently at once. Tulip Swirl was being held at ease with how much of both the circulation and circumnavigation the gilded mare made over the surface area which was the former’s bust, the stubby endings now gaining its structure. After a few quiet moans, Kettle Corn tilted her weary head towards the pink pegasus’ cleavage and slip a tongue from the muzzle to reach out at one of its nubbins, starting with the leftmost half almost instantly. Tulip Swirl couldn’t resist the salivation already making contact her bosom as the gilded peer upfront of her had soon began drinking in a flavorful liquid from withing there before licking in between themselves. The pink pegasus’ moaning started to intensify when she’d felt Kettle’s teeth started to chew over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as the whiteness spurted from the ending. Sending out chills, the otherwise dirty deed continued onward for merely a few minutes until the gilded mare lifted herself upwardly from the opaque cleavage after lapping at the right side as well so to speak of.

“No wonder why Mocha loved you best: you taste as sweet as the flowers you smell like…!” Kettle Corn had said to Tulip Swirl, kissing each other once again to the males’ growing delight.

Savoring each other’s flavorful lips, the blue unicorn suddenly heard some moaning in the distance: compared to the likes of Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream, it was shrill and further away from them both; with that said, the airwaves that had traveled this far were enough for him to break his focus entirely, “OH, SILVY…!”

Unlike the mares either here or there whom Skeedaddle and Mocha Berry could plainly see, there were a quartet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance far away; still, they’d possessed significant differences between them, not that many would cared suffice to say: for starters, half were of the former gender. Speaking of which, the first of the mares was a petite pink pony with eyes of adventurous azure accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the cobalt crown worn over her purple and white tresses matching the owner’s flanks, she only wore a jet black collar around her neck; because of this, she was in the altogether like many peers. Lying right on next to her was a young gray mare wearing lighter strands in a braid: like the colorful counterpart whom was being lapped at, the latter was also in a state of dishabille, only wearing a jet black collar and a pair of light blue spectacles over her brilliant violet eyes; as such, the ample form also possessed steely spoons. Behind them both was another orange stallion donning a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses already found to be slicked back neatly, matching the eyes the petite pink pony shared; unlike the mares upfront, he was completely bare, showing off his limber frame like Tender Taps but with a ligneous bat against a white sphere. Also, beneath the colorful counterpart, another equine, albeit muscular and feminine was coated in a freckly light green with eyes of a darker shade: like him, the tresses were blue, matching the collar as the only article of clothing; in addition, aside from bearing large bosoms and berries on the flanks, the former had even possessed a yard.

It was at this point in time the young gray mare had gotten around to licking the contents of the petite pink pony’s wet sheath while also feeling the orange stallion’s prepuce lodged inside her. Overwhelmed with concupiscence, the lone dualistic individual was enduring the weight of the flushed females over the body, passively indulging in it alongside themselves and the lone male. Though the petite pink pony had her very waistline occupied at both ends, she was nevertheless euphoric at the reality of both compeers having the time of their lives with the likes of her alone. At the very least, the orange stallion was still undeterred by the young gray mare’s concurrent preoccupations, thrusting himself into her even as she’d latched onto the colorful counterpart.

“How’s it treating you, sug: pleased to find that I’m a good bedwarmer, Mistress Diamond…?” the green pony had spoken to the eponymous recipient above the former straightaway with ease, “I bet that your friend and I have done so well in pleasuring you; at least you still have control this time around…”

“Just… go on… and make me… AHHH…!” the petite pink pony moaned in between short intervals before yowling, discharging herself into the steely interactor’s muzzle with a similarly moist stream.

It wasn’t long until the young gray mare was soon finished cleaning away her colorful correspondent’s flowerbed that she’d giggled aloud, “wow, Ditty, you know that Sticks is right about something: you sure are a squirter, like before; even after all these years, you still got it in you…!”

“Easy for you to say: it’s been at least minutes since I’ve went at your backdoor, Silver Spoon and I’m still horny…!” he’d said to the titular mare upfront, pulling out to find that his shaft was still wet with the same fluid that she’d been lapping at, “I wonder if those pills those brothers made are still working; every other pony in my old school had been talking about them. Aside from the Crusaders, Aura, Bubblegum, Button Mash, Dinky, Fry, Lily, Little Red, Liza, Noi, Peach Fuzz, Pipsqueak, Snails, Train Tracks, and Twist were using them as far as I knew, especially when Cloudy Daze told me about it before we got there. In addition, I’ve noticed there were even more ponies in my class doing the same too: Boysenberry, Carrot Crunch, Ruby Pinch, and Shady Daze; were they really that popular or am I the only pony in this party out of the loop…?”

“Not at all, my love: I’ve been reading the newspaper months ago since new years about them; apparently, an old stallion from a multinational enterprise across the pond sued their company: he’d said the brothers’ pills were a bad influence on the youth and one of them is a polerast…” the young gray mare had answered the orange stallion instantaneously, raising a few eyebrows.

Sure enough, the dualistic lounger was steaming and fuming, the light green visage red like an apple despite the water surrounding them all while words had escaped from the owner’s muzzle, “really, a polerast: what a scumbag; who was he and how did he get a job there with Flim and Flam of all people?!”

“Apparently, word on the street is he used to be some entertainer from the windy city of Chi–Town…” Diamond said instantly, finding the time and effort to climb off of the green pony immediately, “at least until he’d confessed to going on a chatroom to have a roleplaying session with some young thing from afar east country; it seems things weren’t so quick to go forward…”

“You mean the case, right…?” he’d inquired.

Silver Spoon soon started speaking back so suddenly, “it didn’t seem like it for the most part; anyways, there was a recall weeks later since that declaration: the losses they’ve been taking forced them to settle it out of court. For what’s it worth, the brothers’ business nearly going under had caused others to try and replicate their success: one of them happened to remind me of Apple Bloom’s family in terms of business and the like as well as my friend’s; come to think of it, they’ve been very secretive compared to them…”

“Any idea as to what they look like: their boss or employees; their connections…?” the dualistic lounger chatted, rising upward in a more acute angling than before, “do they happen to be doing business with in Ponyville…?”

“Not at all: even Granny Smith hasn’t been able to see any of their faces, let alone hear of their business practices whatsoever; as a matter of fact, there hasn’t been any word about my father getting any of their products at all…” the petite pink pony prattled patiently, presently peering proximate at her peaceful peers precisely.

The orange stallion stood up and spoke to the feminine trio, “either way, I wouldn’t worry about them too much, if at all: if they were up to something, then it would’ve been picked up sooner than later; besides, these guys are probably good at staying out of the media’s line of sight as far as anyone’s concerned.”

“You’re right, First Base: Equestria hasn’t met an enemy we’ve not deterred; after all, peaceful times lasting over a millennium was a gift for us and those that came before…” the young gray mare replied, following suit as she’d wrapped her arms around him without a care in the world, “in any case, I’m still freaking hot and bothered; I’d like a threeway with you and Sticks…!”

“Really now: first Diamond wanted backdoor action from me and now you; what are the odds?” the green pony uttered astonishingly, finally taking a stand abaft of Silver Spoon straightaway.

It didn’t take long for the mismatched trio to get into position; after all, Diamond was the odd one out when it came to what they were going to do now: the process alone was self–explanatory to a fault, something many could related to. Sure enough, the young gray mare had been stuck in between both ponies so to speak of, both of them bearing their yards yet still different from one another as far as anyone can easily tell, not that either of them were concerned by that. As far as anyone could see themselves, the petite pink pony was in no position to complain; in fact, she was starting to like where this is going, at ease with the threesome before herself now still standing together with their own roles.

Diamond just felt more of the watery compound trickle down her gaskins as she’d said in a sultry voice, “ooh, she’s must be so desperate: I never considered the possibility Silvy would be that interested, let alone have a turn with Bindle Stick…”

Neither equine paid the petite pink pony any mind whatsoever now that Silver Spoon in their line of sight, focusing their prepuces at both ends of the latter. The young gray mare was nevertheless still instantaneously overwhelmed with such euphoria as they’d both started exploring her body in their uniformity. It wasn’t long until Silver Spoon felt her egresses convulsing about since her peers around were filling them in with their shafts despite these differences. Quickly, the young gray mare was sticking her tongue at First Base as soon as her muzzle had opened up, inviting him to return the favor immediately. Bindle Stick stepped up the momentum yet remained mindful of the two peers directly upfront, driving the yard into Silver Spoon’s flanks rather eagerly. Like the binary pair, the green pony salivated about prior to exhalation, jutting forward and back as they were both currently osculating each other no less. Suffice to say, the sheer experience the young gray mare was enduring had helped her embrace the best of both worlds, taking much time to sigh softly.

“Just… some more… yeah, closer…!” Silver Spoon struggled to shape a stable simple sentence, soon succumbing to the sensation of such sensuality suddenly, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHNNN!!”

Almost immediately, both Diamond and her friend had felt themselves supersaturated with their compounds, more so with the latter thanks to the joint efforts of both Bindle Stick and First Base. Closely etching themselves both out of Silver Spoon, the binary explorers watched as the fruits of their love’s labors lost their structure when they slid down their subject’s gaskins so slowly. Even the petite pink pony whom was left alone couldn’t resist turning a darker color than her own coating as the leaking liquid landing onto the surface of the waters underneath their waists.

“So, how did it go, Silvy; pleased to find that your menage a trois was worth it…?” Diamond said intermittently to her steely friend coyly.

Silver Spoon sputtered, “perfecto, mon ami…”

Unbeknownst to the very foursome, a pair of ponies were lounging adjacently away, alike in fair dignity when it came to possessing certain commonalities: such lanky stature, sunglasses over their eyes, and red collars over their necklines; of course, they had many significant differences. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already far away from the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them was a cornflower pegasus with short olive tresses whilst the other was an opalescent unicorn wearing turquoise tresses reaching past the shoulders. Of them, the dull blonde happened to be petite while the lone greenhorn was more buxom; additionally, they had worn more clothing than many of the visitors present and accounted for: the former bore a white jacket and shorts with a blue shirt while the latter donned a black maillot.

“I never imagined that we’d be invited to another party hosted by the likes of him again, let alone end up in Vanhoover of all places no less…” the cornflower pegasus had sighed, staring listlessly at the skylight above themselves without a care in the whole wide world, “shame that the rest of our friends have been left out this time, right Larissa…?”

“It’s not like everypony in our circle were invited to begin with, Umbriel: Sat, Char, Aqua, and Burnie weren’t going to be there last time anyway; besides, Cel, Mel, and Juno weren’t on their list to begin with…” the aforementioned equal simply replied in turn, rotating herself only to face the dull blonde instantaneously.

Umbriel paid no heed to that comment, save for a simple statement, “I know that… besides, the four of them have their own lives to worry about, especially Saturn: she’s been studying at Canterlot for the exams on the following semester; compared to at home, they’re a real killer, worse than the likes with the Wonderbolts…”

“Only since Rainbow took the helm, but it’s not like they’re that bad; besides, she’d made it far enough to become captain and Twilight was a foregone conclusion so to speak…” the opalescent unicorn then said back to the cornflower pegasus straightaway only rather gently, “if they can make it, why not us? Anything can happen in this day and age, like before: about a decade ago, the whole entire world as we know it was on the verge of going back to being in peril again thanks to Nightmare Moon; at that time, Princess Celestia, the sole ruler of Equestria, could no longer afford to wait any longer ‘til the former’s arrival. Even worse, ever since the preceding exile, she’d lost her only connection to the Elements of Harmony and their collective power so her only hope for our survival was to send out some successors worthy of wielding them, one component at a time, at least as far as the story goes so to speak…”

“Just like us, Lar…” the dull blonde sniggered.

The greenhorn likewise laughed lackadaisically, “and yet we were one pony too many for that call; with that said, they didn’t always do it alone: even they had help with the whole ‘saving the world’ thing…”

“Agreed… Starlight had been given credit for saving the day here and there; come to think of it, she kind of reminds me of one of those ponies our friends had been talking about so many years ago…” Umbriel had said to Larissa, finally turning the former’s head towards the latter a little gently, “speaking of which, we should go home and look for her sometime soon.”

“Like a reunion; we always had such things since foalhood’s end, that and traveling to and from Neighpon no less…” the opalescent unicorn responded before arising from her spot, hooves now touching the surface of the flooring already.

The cornflower pegasus had soon done the same, “at least this time around, we’re still in the same place having fun together: as a matter of fact, we can still keep our clothes on this time and in Vanhoover no less; in addition, let’s hope we can all be picked as movie stars someday, the whole gang…!”

“Yeah, all of us together…” the greenhorn had exclaimed to the dull blonde with little warning whatsoever, “oh, Lar…”

Since they were currently sitting straight up anyways, their visages were accented by blushing considering both faces were maintaining a close distance. As the twosome had finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while their congruent eyewears started slipping away from them. The feminine pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, both tongues finally slipping out for the gentle exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to each other, their eyes finally opened to show another common trait: their irises, cold as water. Neither of them had relented though, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions grew along.

“Um…” Larissa moaned nebbishly onward.

Umbriel patiently sighed in return, “let’s go share a drink together, Lar; I heard that the resort’s teashop has the finest to offer…”

“Not even they would dare to compare to the likes of you, my sweetest…” the opalescent unicorn replied prior to finally taking a stand quickly, swiping the sunglasses away which had obscured her matching eyes only to place them onto the straps of her maillot, “please lead the way.”

“As you wish, dearie…” the cornflower pegasus simply giggled, taking her very compeer by the left hand as both mares slowly vacated the seating area they’d been once residing at not too long ago.

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 day still going, 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 break away from mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

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

There were at least ten mares present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with towels worn upon their bodies as the only commonality; with all that said, though, there were bound to be differences amongst themselves. The first was a white unicorn with emerald splashed eyes, a black collar, and purple and pink tresses residing near Scootaloo and Lemon Daze, donning textiles around the waists; unlike their petite forms on display, the former covered herself. The second compeer nearby the orange pegasus was bearing an athletic form with mismatched irises: one was red and the other happened to be green; nevertheless, the former wore some twine upon the purple coat and another jet black collar. The next pair weren’t like others, having bluish eyes and coats, but were nevertheless different: one sitting near the blonde was a jaded pegasus with a red collar whereas the darker mare had worn the rainbow’s cold half and a jet black collar. There was also a raspberry mare sitting next to the white unicorn with darker hair, silver eyes, and even wore another black collar, just like the latter; unlike the others, the former was wearing a green maillot covering much of its owner’s body. Two additional compeers were discovered proximate to the adjacent wall, both of them currently possessing some yellowish coats with bluish eyes and tresses: one was a pegasus with a scarlet collar and the other was grounded wearing black. Trailing behind the dark blue mare was another unicorn, coated in regimental with light spiky tresses of malachite having contrasting against her dark green eyes; another additional contrast was yet another red collar around the latter’s neck.

As soon as the vapors were fading a bit, Scootaloo sighed softly, “it’s nice, isn’t it: the warm atmosphere from the coldest of water; do you like it…?”

“Mm–hmm, this is honestly my first time being in Vanhoover, let alone at one of their resorts…” the raspberry lounger answered as she was amongst the many individuals sweating about now, “I’m Cerise Sunrise, by the way…”

“Sweetie Belle; though I’m sure you’ve already known about me…” the white unicorn had just introduced herself to the eponymous compeer.

The raspberry mare only said simply, “of course, we’d went to the previous party hosted by Smudge Proof months ago…”

“I know too, I was there with my husband, Fire Torch; we’d met at that Daring Do convention a couple years ago: as you can see, I’m into bondage…” the purple pegasus prattled away, showing them off the very ropes hugging onto her aerodynamic body, “mine name’s Grape Fizzy; what are your names: is this your first time…?”

“Lemon Scratch, no relation…” the olive mare had chirped instantly, nodding about in a sound reply.

The regimental unicorn elucidated, “Indigo Daze, also no relation: as you can see, I have a horn; apparently, we seem to run into ponies with similar names, despite being from different houses and families…”

“Speaking of which, our friend Apple Bloom also happens to have another grandfather on her mother’s side; it’s kind of a long story…” Scootaloo said, sweating about seamlessly against the steamy space she and all of her compeers were sitting in, “it’d started when they’d met about a decade ago at the marketplace down in Ponyville. Apparently, he’d returned from Vanhoover for the first time in about several decades but the truth of the matter is his birthplace was in the opposite side of the country; on a similar note, I remember that Granny Smith used to be from Fillydelphia before her whole family moved out from there a long time ago. Nevertheless, Apple Bloom got a jar of pear jam that morning from him; little did she knew, this would have ripple effects for herself and her father’s half of the family, especially her siblings, Applejack and Big Macintosh: come to think of it, they’ve been going out and around town learning about their parents. It seems that no matter where any of them go, they happen to connected here and there: friends, family, even Mrs. Cake played a role in how they’ve met; as much as it hurts me to even say it, I have a reason to believe without them in their lives, then the whole concept of us being friends not coming to pass would be the least of our worries…”

“That’s for damn sure: Flutterbye and I wouldn’t have been in the Wonderbolts if it weren’t you or Rainbow Dash; in any case, I’m Medley and I was born and raised in Cloudsdale…” the opalescent pegasus patiently replied right at once.

Medley’s paler counterpart soon chimed in at once, “oh, you’re from Cloudsdale too…? So am I: Rainy Feather’s the name; I hope this Wonderbolts thing is playing out well with Rainbow Dash calling the shots now. I’ve been looking up to her since the day I was a little filly, much younger than her to be precise; perhaps following that Sonic Rainboom, all that I can think about was trying my hopes into becoming the next best Wonderbolt at the very least: even she’d be impressed if I get this far. Of course, even I know that won’t be an easy task, especially considering who my friends are: Cotton, Cupid, Erroria, Mango, Sweet Pop, and Tornado were there on that day; even my sister Pinkie was alongside me…”

“Pinkie?!” Sweetie Belle had interjected suddenly, “as in Pinkamena Diane Pie, the bearer of Laughter?!”

“Pinkie Feather; we’re like twins, but not completely…” Rainy Feather had only answered back indignantly.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the sextet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more mares were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, scarlet collars, and towels wrapped underneath the shoulders. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, exposed to the fog of humidity.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as all of the equines who were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the very mares was only a lemony pegasus donning tresses coated in a darker coloring whereas the other happened to be a minty unicorn wearing locks of a jaded glacier with some lighter stripes among them. Secondment, there was also a significant difference in facial composition in between the two of them still standing about: only the winged blonde amongst the very duo had donned a singular nevus underneath the right eye. Thirdly, the lemony pegasus had maintained a buxom formation despite being concealed acutely while the minty unicorn proved to be more petite, capable of passing herself off as a member of the opposite sex so to speak of. Fourth of all, the winged blonde in question had both irises rich with color of emerald splash deep in the owner’s visage whilst the jaded onlooker bore circles reminiscent of the sky fish dyed a deep blue like a body of water.

The lemony pegasus happened to be quick enough to speak straightaway, “hey guys, what’s up…?”

“Hi, you two… we were just catching up on some old times with our friends and neighbors, waxing nostalgically if you will…” Indigo Daze answered instantaneously, sweating about as the additional twosome took their seats at once, “how was your exercise by the way…?”

“Breathtaking… already morning and we still feel like we’ve climbed another mountaintop together, haven’t we, Savvy…?” the minty unicorn replied before giving the winged blonde a peck on the cheek.

The orange pegasus soon chimed in, “hey, I thought they were going to be other guys coming to this party: Rumble, Snips, and Tails; where are they now, Trefoil…?”

“Relax, you and Sweetie Belle know the answer as well as we do; after all, they invitations were given to individuals like us in accordance to the color of our manes…” the lemony pegasus chuckled lightly as she wrapped her arm around the aforementioned peer, “even I can recognize there are some of you we haven’t met at Smudge Proof’s last party back in wintertime…”

“And with good reason, but we’re here now and that’s all that matters; besides, everything is now calm and peaceful at it should be…” Lemon Scratch said before the dozen broke out in laughter amidst the heat and moisture.

Original Olive Oils

Author's Note

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, Ashvale is based on Turanga Leela, hence her appearance; 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 amalgamated with some South Park and Kinjite: Forbidden Subjects.

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, like before.

Original Olive Oils

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

Notably, there happened to be at least two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the concrete nearby the poolside, in the altogether like many of their peers. Each of them currently possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, purple eyes all reeking of libidinousness, and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that perhaps one observer would’ve taken notice therein, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting chests.

Speaking of the very twosome in question, it was easy to identify them both at once as of this moment in time despite the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the pony currently residing on top was a pasty white mare whereas the other equine whom currently rested underneath was but a gilded unicorn. Secondment, the former was a redhead, wearing her elongated frizzy coiffure with strands out of place whereas the latter possessed only tidy turquoise tresses. Thirdly, the pasty white mare wore a pair of candy canes into the shape of a heart on the flanks whilst the gilded unicorn donned a shelled violet gastropod. Of the two, the redhead bore light fuchsia below her glasses focused on the long shaft whilst the grassy counterpart had dark indigo beads targeting the sheath.

It didn’t take long for him to stare at her dripping elaborate flowerbed above already planted towards his perspective, noticing the very state it was currently in so to speak of at the very least. With a lone tongue, the gilded unicorn was jutting into the pasty redhead right at once, sending tingles through her body as she’d shut both of her eyes tightly, suppressing such quiet moans. She’d reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of his body, the former’s flanks still held firmly in the latter’s grasp with a muzzle buried inside at once running a roundabout. The gilded unicorn soon found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent fundament, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back and forth respectively. Sure enough, the pasty redhead salivated from the corner of her hot lips with such exploration giving way to satisfaction and concupiscence as he’d stretched her croup widely with such ease. She’d gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the sight of the gilded unicorn’s yard soon enough as the dribble escaped, surpassing the very point of wishing to have it lodged deeply into herself. The pasty redhead attempted to reach down towards her supersaturated undercarriage and started furbishing rhythmically as he was still permeating throughout her loins in an illustrious manner. She’d mewled about after feeling yet another stroke of the tongue from the gilded unicorn, prompting her to find the time to quickly remove her sheath off of himself and crawled away.

“Hmm… what’s wrong, Twist: did something happen…?” he’d struggled to speak out in confusion.

Lying at the gilded unicorn’s side face–to–face, the aforementioned mare had answered rather instantaneously so to speak, “oh, Thnailth… do you have to be tho quethtioning about my decithionth…?”

“Not at all, I was just wondering what was on your mind when you’d got off me…” he’d said as the pasty redhead was stroking his grassy mane gently, “I thought you’d wanted to keep at it for a while…”

“In time; now, pucker up loverboy…” she’d laughed before quickly stealing a kiss from Snails straightaway.

Since they were both laid out next to each other, their eyes were accented by blushing about considering the twosome maintained a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the gilded unicorn’s trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d already surrendered themselves upon the concrete underneath them: Twist was already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When Snails transferred his lips from the target down to the neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from the nostrils, breathing down on the pasty redhead. Only then when the gilded unicorn’s tongue started licking her shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation therein. Once immediately, Twist’s smile grew as he quickly slid his tongue down to her bosom between delivering pleasure hoped for with a silent whinny. Delighted by the sheer fact that Snails started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, the pasty redhead had started letting out loud soft moans.

The gilded unicorn was lost in thoughts thanks to his indulgence in her opaque fluid, no similar to the one from the damp sheath he’d been lapping at earlier, “mm, no wonder why she tastes so better than ever: even after all these years, she’s gotten it…”

“Now then…” Twist heaved, breaking away to plant her flowerbed back onto his face, “let uth go thixty–nine now…”

It wasn’t long until the pasty redhead slowly shifted her weight back onto Snails’ body, returning her hooves to his face when her moist undercarriage made contact with the muzzle once again. Contentedly, she’d started licking her moist lips and started to stick her own tongue towards the gilded unicorn’s prepuce, finding only hydrated lubrication with such concupiscent exuberance. Heavy breaths escaped from his mouth and into Twist’s tacky sheath, causing herself to sway her very waist reactively again, moaning quietly in a shared delight all too carelessly so to speak of. Immediately, the pasty redhead decided to forward her lips onto Snails, slurping and licking about whatever substance would be exorcised into her body rather slowly much to his pleasure. Just the sensation of feeling her stimulating, pumping, and lapping at the gilded unicorn’s shaft made the latter return the favor for good measure, his hands grasping onto her rippling haunches. Only then when he’d started rubbing up and down Twist’s body firmly but soothingly did she get aroused even more, going even deeper for some more room to lick around his yard straightaway. Jolts of voltage had traveled all throughout their bodies as the collective moaning between themselves were stifled by their lips and tongues pleasuring one another with reckless abandon. In due time, their own respective fluids had been expelled inside each other almost immediately: as the pasty redhead’s flowerbed gushed about, Snails shot into her slobbering mouth instantly.

Surely enough, she’d quickly seized this very golden opportunity: using her lightweight body to turn around once again, the gilded unicorn felt his yard currently enter the latter’s undercarriage. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for Twist’s very sheath to become firmly aligned almost immediately, giving a small passionate yet heavy breath from her very mouth in his direction. Thereon, Snails started resting his very hands onto the pasty redhead toned flanks, slowly burying his muzzle into the vast and plump cleavage to run his tongue around the nubbins again. To her, she didn’t care about the fact the gilded unicorn now sapped away her bust almost in an instant, already feeling his prepuce directly in her flowerbed calibrating their collective moves. In the midst of the very ordeal, Twist had wrapped her arms around the back of his neckline in an attempt to keep him closer as they were trading away momentum with one another face–to–face. 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 another certain expulsion from Snails’ prepuce inside with each intensity of the pulp friction, the pasty redhead gave a resounding happy moan amid heavy respiration and pants. Sensing the moisture, the gilded unicorn now took aim at her undercarriage, the latter losing control to break away from him with little warning as a trail of white between them shattered.

“OH, LULU…!” he cried out as both his target and himself exploded with fluid together in synchronicity before collapsing back onto the cold pavement underneath themselves soon enough.

Sweating about to little end in sight, Snails and Twist were nevertheless elated to have each other for company close to mutually comfortable numbness.

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 only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

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, a lonely mare was discovered to be standing out and about, lightly coated in a down–to–earth scheme. Her very tresses were colored vividly in violet, spiky up in front of her visage with an additional tail created by a singular elastic band holding their fibers together. A jet black ensemble which consists of a jacket, pants, and boots were already overlaying a snow white shirt underneath them, not that anyone would be attentive. One thing which had made her stand out and about were an enormous singular eye: it was double the size of regular eyes yet the iris inside was but a tiny vermilion.

The young monocular mare had plenty much to say yet it was restrained by her own mind quadrant, “hmm, Vanhoover seems to be the perfect place for a cinematic romance: the peaceful nighttime sky, the electric lighting arrangements, the brisk summertime airstreams, the festively various entertainments, even the people are welcoming. Even in Equestria, I could never seem to fit in with the other kids: they’d all ganged up on me for having one eye, an inheritable condition from my family no less; either ponies called me a servant of Arimaspi or Grogar despite being a pony like the rest of them. Ponies in Manehattan can be the worst sometimes, so much so I’d taken up martial arts so that I could never be hurt again; still, the loneliness did all that for them, even the blind guy at my orphanage was more popular than me. Calling it home was barely a stretch with my parents still around as well as my grandmother; it’s probably a good thing that the others didn’t find out what other anomalies my small family had possessed. All that I could look forward to saving up enough money to get out of this fuckhole and fast: had to literally get up pretty fast just so I can deliver papers before sunrise without anypony else noticing who I am actually, let alone where I live. To the rest of the world, mutants like us are nothing more than just target practice for conformists who reject reality and science, taking preexisting notions and turning them into excuses to glorify murder and the like, even in the modern world. Still, I am at peace now: my parents are safe for now, I can hold down a stable job, Manhattan is more friendlier, and Fry and I are married; come to think of it, where is he now…?”

“Hey, Ashvale, I’m back…!” a distant nasally masculine voice broke her linear train of thought straightaway, “you, okay…?”

“Fry…!” the titular traveler talked tersely.

Locked into the monocular mare’s view was one lone olive stallion walking off into her direction with so little signs of deceleration therein. A rather moderate shade of a rather bright orange tresses were discovered to be making its way in a short eddying shaping over his scalp. Surrounding Fry’s luxurious pupils were circles of emerald splash already widened with his coy smile, offset by the blushing underneath. In regards to the olive stallion’s comprehensive attire, he was already showing off his red jacket over a plain white tee and some blue jeans.

She found the time and effort to go up to him immediately and inquired about instantly, “everything okay…?”

“Why wouldn’t it be…?” Fry had said to Ashvale right away without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “it’s not everyday you get invited to another party away from the hometown in this age, even with Twilight and Cadence in charge.”

“Let alone bring a swimsuit to this one; compared to the winter several months ago, everyone else was kind of chill about it: not much sex but plenty of energy…” the monocular mare retorted almost instantaneously, looking at the mass of people surrounding them, “if anything, it was nothing more than an arbitrary mixture of the old with the new, come to think of it. Smudge Proof seems to have no problem inviting whoever he wants as long as they happen to have a certain criteria; as a matter of fact, I’ve been noticing a handful of ponies coming here were in the same boat as us: Pipsqueak, Flutterbye, Larissa, Aura, the Crusaders, Lily, Hyacinth, Floor Step, Frosty, Truffle, Grape, DJ, Corn Pops, First Position, Archer, Snails, and others.”

“Indeed, as a matter of fact, I can list a handful of others whom weren’t there today: Tails, Rumble, Skyflier, Moonscoop, Armando, Puppysmiles, Dynamite, Featherweight, Saltwater, Morty, Zip, Sunflower, Sunny Daze, Sun Glimmer, Lickety Split, Crackle, Chirpy, Apple Mint, Zippoorwhill, Skid, Rosy, Snips, Opal, Rain, PP, Coronet, and so forth…” the ginger added on.

Ashvale couldn’t resist eventually seeing two additional mares, Trefoil and Savannah, in full view, currently fully clothed as they were both high and dry compared to much earlier: like the observer, the former also wore a jet–black ensemble, albeit much thinner so to speak whereas the latter donned a pink dress with matching gloves; all in all, they’d maintained their very distance.

The monocular mare spoke to him straightaway, “come to think of it, where’s the rest of their troop: Tag–A–Long, Dulce DeLeche, and Do–Si–Do; how come they weren’t invited…?”

“They’re still around in Equestria: I think that two of them are already married; to be young and in love…” Fry answered, unaware of the lemony pegasus and the minty unicorn osculating each other to no one’s concern, “somehow, I can’t help myself but to think that we’ll be into some whole other shindig like this once again soon enough…”

“What makes you say that…?” Ashvale asked.

The middleweight ginger looked up at the moon and stars and said, “maybe it’s destiny or something like those red strings of fate… I don’t know, it’s kind of like what you had said earlier about the whole party being arbitrary: mostly everypony from the Rosemound event happened to be a bunch of redheads, or at the very least, warmly colored. The Crusaders were a dead giveaway from the start because I knew them well; what did surprise me the most about them was Scootaloo: I didn’t take her to be a mare into other mares, let alone a pegasus into earth ponies.”

“What’s wrong with it, Fry…?” the monocular mare muttered about aimlessly, meandering over to his side, “you had no problem with dating me…”

“Don’t take this the wrong way: I’m not against this kind of lifestyle or people into it; I just seem surprised about the fact that she’s not like Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle when you think about it…” Fry elaborated effortlessly.

A frown appeared upon Ashvale’s face as she’d spoken abruptly, “you’re not saying you have the hots for her now after all this time, aren’t you?!”

“Not at all, Ash: if anything, I’m still faithful to you nevertheless; I won’t allow myself to cheat on you with anyone, male or female…!” the middleweight ginger had choked out defensively, turning around to face the monocular mare instantaneously, “besides, you’re amazing in your own way: smart, funny, tough, kind, sophisticated, cool; you know, that kind of stuff…”

“You’re right, Fry… I’m just being overtly cautious, that’s all… even I should know that you wouldn’t do it, no matter how many parties we get invited to…” Ashvale sighed softly, her concave inverting in the process much to his relief.

Fry took in a breath of fresh air and cerebrated silently, “I wonder what’s going on with Snips and Babs: Apple Bloom had said that they were expecting a foal sometime soon this year…”

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies all cleared of the shines in the storm way too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

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 area 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 silver cane underneath the right hand, used to aid the amber stallion at once.

“So this is what our country had come to now: ponies taking pictures of other ponies and their unmentionables; what a time to be alive…” he ruminated about, holding a circular tray of pastry in his left forearm as he’d perambulated onward with little sense of direction, “for just a second there, that picture reminded me of my granddaughter; I'd hate to know if this were actually her…”

As the amber stallion was walking along the area, he’d seemed calm on the outside yet thinking throughout the entire time at once: it seems that the contents of the foodstuff in question weren’t even enough to calm the tempest brewing about deep within himself; the crisp cool airstreams were assaulted by the inner heat from his breath through the dentition and lips overlaying them.

“Last call, no refunds…!” a masculine voice escaped into the atmosphere but it didn’t belong to the elder pedestrian actively trudging about.

The amber stallion wasted no time finding the source of the speaker’s voice straightaway: a younger unicorn coated in a clash of grayish copper. Another contrast between the two shopkeepers were the jet–black tresses worn by the other guy, showing no deviation within themselves whatsoever. The grayish unicorn sported a pair of moderate turquoise, bearing a more livelier coloration compared to the rest of his very body so to speak of. On a similar note, from what the amber stallion could see, his youthful counterpart also wore green clothes as well: a shirt and a scarf among them.

The elder observer could see that the grayish unicorn was standing in a bluish booth with an equitable caricature in the middle of eating a slice of the pastry within the former’s possession: abaft of the latter was a checkerboard spacing in a clash of red and black were many of them stood within displays for the many to take note of.

As far as the amber stallion could see currently, his younger correspondent was now a target for some words to be spoken to at once: all that the former needed to do was wait until their clientele had dispersed so as to minimize all collateral damage whatsoever if any; despite the growing anger and the fading daylights, the latter was safe from the excess alone but not for long though.

In a matter of mere minutes, the last of the customers had dispersed, a couple at that so to speak: now, it was time for the elderly onlooker to make his move right on and fast in the young night; almost immediately, he was quick to approach the grayish unicorn with a smile before speaking, “evening, lad… I’m Grand Pear, a shopkeeper just like you: I happen to sell some pear jams. You must be the guy selling the pies my assistant had bought earlier…”

“Yeah…” the youthful producer said, “what of it?”

“Take this…!” Grand Pear snarled, shoving the foodstuff into the grayish unicorn’s face without any warning whatsoever as the former’s concave inverted in an instant, leaving the latter no time at all to react.

The youthful shopkeeper felt his face colored with fruit and cream with the crust accentuating the integuments and raiment; afterwards, he’d shrieked at the amber stallion instantaneously, “what on Equestria is your problem; are you serious?!”

“You want to know what my problem is; well let me tell you something here, you sick punk: do you have the slightest idea of what you have been doing?!” the elderly observer fired back with anger, unperturbed by the grayish unicorn’s shock and outrage as the former glared about, “I’m amazed anyone, pony or otherwise can make a living selling this crap to others like hotcakes…!”

“What kind of shit is this…?” the youthful victim growled.

Grand Pear wasted no time explaining to the grayish unicorn, “back in my day, if you were going to sell something to somebody, then the least you could’ve done was make it appropriate: there was honor, respect, a good time to make something of yourself; nowadays, ponies might as well start selling porn for a bit in a library…! It seems you make a living selling pictures of little foals underneath the crust of pastry while I make a living selling food so nobody would end up taking pictures; this is just between you and me: I ought to put you out of business for that…!”

“What the shit has gotten into you?!” the youthful shopkeeper spat out, feeling parts of the pasty plopping off of him, “it’s not like they’re illicit…!”

“You’ll understand…” the amber stallion snorted.

The grayish unicorn muttered about in annoyance, “look, I think you’re a little bit out of touch: don’t you have a wife and kids to go back to, right…? What do you make: twenty–five bits daily…? I have made fifteen hundred with these pies since weeks ago on preorders alone; I can give you some unmarked pies free of charge: should you choose to accept them, we can all walk away happily ever after.”

“I’d like nothing more than to shove this pie pan down your throat but I think you’ll vomit it back up in mid–entry; either way, you’re gonna put it in your mouth and eat it along with the picture…” the elder replied to his younger target.

The grayish unicorn now stuttered about, “what picture; what does this have to do with me?!”

“This picture, fuckwit…!” Grand Pear answered, displaying a photograph of a redheaded mare colored in a similar yet colder coating than him, wearing nothing more than a pink bow and a red collar as both males can plainly see; speaking of which, her eyes were obscured by a jet–black rectangle, “it’s one thing to sell porn in broad daylight, but too close to home, you’ve fucked up! This girl happens to be my granddaughter and it’s clear that whomever is behind the scenes is as ineffective as a so–called hentai artist so let’s make a deal: tell me where you’d gotten the pictures and I’ll make it easier by just letting you swallow the portrait; after all, you’re probably going to be ending up in the bathroom all night trying to get the metal out of your body.”

“Screw you, I ain’t a snitch…” the youthful shopkeeper coughed up straightaway, earning a cold exhalation from the amber stallion.

Afterwards, the elder regained his composure and said to the grayish unicorn, “I understand: the code of the streets is more important to you than common sense or survival; I just hope Granny Smith doesn’t hear about this…”

“Granny Smith?!” the younger shopkeeper sputtered about as his ears just flopped, “you mean–––”

“I sure hope this mean we have a deal now, do we, kid…?” Grand Pear chuckled, refusing to let his copper eyes go wandering away from the grayish unicorn, despite standing firmly in place afore the latter.

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. 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 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, hence 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 up close and personal as they were both watching the series of events unfold before their eyes where the party onscreen happened to be going about their merry way without their collective knowledge.

Out of the many in focus were three little ponies, each with their own similarities and differences between themselves as well as others: Flutterbye herself was amongst them as far as they’d seen. The zebra underneath the fruity pegasus was female, like both of the fliers, despite the former’s smaller bosoms; standing behind them both was a white stallion, like the unicorn, albeit patchy. Unlike Flutterbye’s tresses which had incorporated every color of the rainbow, the stripey mare wore a monochromatic scheme like so, and the patchy pony had brown hair matching his eyes. Like the fruity pegasus, the zebra’s eyes were cold yet warm with concupiscence; unlike the former whose eyes bloomed with cornflowers, the stripey one blossomed with orchids instead. Another commonality between the females were their flanks: though they wore butterflies, only Flutterbye herself had more coloring; the lonely brunet wore a compass and an X with a trail. Although the entire threesome was in the altogether, only the mares themselves had worn collars around their necklines: the fruity pegasus wore jet–black whereas the zebra donned some blue. Even their facial structures almost had the observers confused initially: the patchy pony’s muzzle was rounded out like Flutterbye yet the stripey mare was more boxy, bearing masculine angles. The most contentious piece of detail between themselves were their stature: the lone brunet had carried meat on his bones yet otherwise lightweight, much like the zebra and the fruity pegasus.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both of the females onscreen were now mutually inverted towards one another, all the hands making contact with the corresponding kneecaps as their owners’ mouths were aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, Flutterbye had started mollycoddling the stripey counterpart’s sheath frolicsome by using a few of her own fingers to tickle the edges; in an aroused response, the latter had stuck out a tongue up at the former instantly, fully aware of its supersaturation. The fruity pegasus swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight, caressing her petite cleavage before deciding to do the same to the zebra’s flowerbed, forwarding their hot and heavy lips. Each time Flutterbye had felt the monochromatic mare stimulating, exploring, and licking the dainty undercarriage, it began to get harder so the former was returning the favor; it’d got so hard both hands grasped on the latter’s rippling thighs and rubbed them. Because the zebra’s tongue was already intertwined within the fruity pegasus’ sheath and vice versa, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were just being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one another, the timing notwithstanding. Soon, their tongues and mouths had began to transfer so much stimulating pleasures amongst themselves quickly, it’d seem they would’ve been able to get their wishes granted; soon, Flutterbye started to break away after getting her own fill presently.

It was at this point in time the fruity pegasus lolled her tongue, sensing a shaft shoved into her flowerbed by the patchy pony, recoiling about while the monochromatic mare still lapped on. The simple fact the lone brunet was lodged within Flutterbye had made him hot and bothered, feeling the compounds inside her undercarriage the brief moments in between the push and pull. Only because of their weight, the fruity pegasus was relieved to find her sheath had maintained a looser grip, mews growing loud with each passing thrust throughout stirring with momentum. The patchy pony paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Flutterbye’s nerves and its endings alongside with the collective solution produced by her and the zebra’s previous performance. Needless to say, the lone brunet started slamming into the fruity pegasus as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax anyway due to the rather excessive ease and moisture inside. The patchy pony pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to Flutterbye in a steady pattern only to go unloading her deluge on her monochromatic counterpart’s muzzle.

Although the two of them were moving their mouths, they were silent to a fault; that being said, all three of the equines were enjoying this moment together: of them, the lone brunet had gritted his teeth after pushing into the fruity pegasus instantaneously for the stripey onlooker to watch after retreating whilst they’d given one another a passionate kiss shared between them both only.

It didn’t take long for Silver Wing to finally speak to Smudge Proof right away, “so, what did you think of the performance; pretty sweet of him to fuck Flutterbye’s flanks off, huh master…?”

“At least he’s showing promise: it won’t even be long now before he returns home just in time for the holidays; after all, there’s kind of a treat awaiting the lot of them…” the white unicorn replied to the silver pegasus as they’d watched the patchy pony get his yard licked away by both mares, “I wonder how they’ll handle having being a foal in a sweet shop this time around…”

“Only this time, it’ll be bigger than a sweet shop, much larger at that: with the money we’ve been making, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves for the whole night, like before; Rosemound was nothing more than a bed and breakfast waiting to happen yet Trottingham will be more on the sweeter side…” Silver Wing sniggered about sensuously so to speak of.

A dry chuckle had escaped from Smudge Proof’s lips, “a little too sweet: the candy over there is more expensive compared to the likes at Ponyville after all…”

“Still, it’ll be enough for them to have all the fun to themselves; by the time the holidays come and go as usual, nobody will even suspect a thing…” the silver pegasus cooed as she was now taking a stand before the white unicorn at once, “for every individual who purchases our films will also get their complementary erotic candies, courtesy of our esteemed performers no less…”

“Yes and they’ll be accustomed to their liking unlike their regular run–of–the–mill confections; of course, it’d be wise not to sell them to children, much like all of the controlled substances within Equestria, mind you…” Smudge Proof sighed softly before playfully smacking Silver Wing on the croup with little hesitation no less.

The silver pegasus swished her tail in the white unicorn’s direction and giggled blithely about, “relax, it’s not like what that edgelord scumbag try to do will make any difference whatsoever this time around: as far as we’d seen it, preparations were made in advance to ensure that he wouldn’t get the knights and guards to run after us all; besides, he’d brought it on himself…”

“Indeed… Springwheel’s been nothing more than a headache for a few months back: I heard that they and the brothers had to settle out of court so it wouldn’t reach the princesses’ ears; part the terms and conditions were he'd needed to be made redundant for the sake of the company's future…” Smudge Proof said as he’d massaged his forehead gently.

Silver Wing strutted out of the white unicorn’s sight and said, “if it’s not too much trouble, I’ll go and draw you a bath; it’s getting late anyway and we have a long day ahead of us: we have the master copy sequestered away but the editing process had just begun so to speak of. Besides, we’ve done enough literal fucking around for one evening and I need to sleep too so we can stay focused on tomorrow morning; I hope I can make it up to you by then, master…”

“Don’t worry about it, Winger: I’m just about feeling the pills wear off though; we need to find a new distributor in the meantime…” Smudge Proof groaned as he’d remained fixated onto the small screen without any distractions whatsoever, “I’ll catch up with you later…”

“Ciao…!” the silver pegasus chirped before leaving the white unicorn to his own devices.