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.