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 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.