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.