Author's Note

Hello, it's Fireflower as always ready to give you another chapter on the way: of course, this chapter contains references to certain subject matters and thusly the reason why this story has been rated M for Mature; of course, you've already knew that far too well so as such, this will be the last time I mention this.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I'd like to take this time to say thank you for never pulling out too early since we're now in the halfway region of the story's progress; somehow, the new year will provide us with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now: I believe at this rate, everything will make sense soon enough.

One last thing before I sign off, I want to confess that I've had a hard time writing this chapter because of the implications and explicitations within them: as much as I'd wanted to write this out, I couldn't resist having all sorts of negativity brewing in my mind, especially considering whom I'd been writing about; nevertheless, I'd persisted hoping there would be no hard feelings between us all, 'kay?

Pristine

A bright and starry night befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of much distant plasmas and a lone proximate crescent sharing the violet firmament. The only things that had dared to reach them but to no avail were tall skyscrapers drenched in even colder colors, made with industrial materials and orthogonal shaping. As a result of their beings’ fiber, an exertion of influence could be felt in every aspect of the environment and its denizens alike, irregardless of their own types thereof. Even amongst the concrete jungle, patches of lush vegetation were found within themselves, each bearing both flora and fauna hospitable to the likes of its very observers. The areas between them were sequestered in predominately gridded streets where all sorts of metal contraptions ran rampantly about while people were literally sidelined. The only checkpoints beyond the premises were bridges to the adjacent mainland; everything surrounding itself happened to be water reflecting the lights above and near. Resting amongst the seemingly endless compound was a small island occupied by a jaded statue of femininity with a torch in hand now enlightening the lands, air, and sea. Between the landmasses and the fluid separating them at a vast distance, there were many ships of all shapes and sizes skittering about freely around themselves to and fro. Hovering on and about were various aircraft ranging from the smallest of gliders to the biggest airships; with that said, their collective freedom had their own limitations.

Out of all the structures found within the premises, one building in particular had stood out and about: a snow white loft stuck in the midst of others. Like many that were sharing the same street, it was a pink flat top, evenly to a fault for many of its potential observers from any point in the timeline. At least three rows of glass were found plastered upon the loft, many of which were the clearly crisp windowpanes of a much quadrangular scheme. Yet its simplicity alone did itself no favors, even as a rarity; after all, the glitz and glamour of its surroundings was a gritty reminder of the anomalies. Seeing the pictures and words amalgamated from the pastel colors upon the cardboard were more than enough to state the purpose therein suffice to say.

Having said it, the interiors thereof were much more complex so to speak, not that the outsiders themselves would get to know about it so to speak of. Although darker than the nighttime sky itself, there were spotlights hanging from the rails nearby the ceiling shining their way with ranging spectrums. Speaking of which, the only color which had reflected the exterior came from the pillars holding it up, each still bearing an enormous fraction in height. The flooring was composed of achromatic crystals, bearing the textures of the very windowpanes around them but much stronger and more ornamental. In the range were two stairways that held up a metallic platform where stereos around a turntable played off their arrangement of percussion and brass. Lost in the throes of ecstasy were a handful of spectators already intermingling with each other, moving to their own rhythm and/or that of the music. Yards away from the assemblage were a series of furniture either occupied by the people or were adorned with various refreshments and flowers alike.

One particular individual amongst the equals happened to stand out and about, a lonely woman no less lost in the crowd but still finding her way through. Her integuments were a milky chocolate shading, richly with the finest of flavors and textures alike as they were free of whatever imperfections overall. The lonely woman’s eyes had matched half of her very tresses, already shining brightly like the aquatic sapphires throughout the stars and within the world. The rest of her short hair was colored in a shade of soulful silver with a tint of very light blue highlighting itself as a starkly contrast to the remainder. Adorning the lonely woman’s body were a cherry halterneck stopping near her umbilicus, a short black skirt covering the thighs, and heliotrope high heels. In her hands, a silver purse was slung around the right shoulder, its thin strap crossing diagonally to the waistline while touching her exposed skin at once.

“Humph, so this is the place for my next assignment: don’t understand why it couldn’t have been someplace quieter in the city, not to mention the locale; how in the world did Mr. Stripes think it’s a good idea to rent it out for this…?” the lonely woman had cerebrated about, staring out at the large crowd proximate to her and the broadcaster adjacent to themselves.

Keeping the distance in between, she’d stayed at the sidelines while currently walking up to the stairway directly in front of her, avoiding all sorts of physical contact with the other spectators. In little to no time whatsoever, the lonely woman climbed a much higher altitude, directly away from her peers much like the operator behind the machines yet still maintaining needed space.

It wasn’t even long until she’d locked eyes with another individual away from herself: a singular man was currently standing behind a light green door. Like the woman in question, his skin was dark, albeit with some roughness around the edges as the shading proved to be underneath the former alone. Unlike her, the man’s eyes were obscured by a pair of sunglasses, leaving his coloring a mystery; of course, the scar above the leftmost served as a clue. Another commonality they’d both shared was the mismatched hair growing out of their scalps; in his case, it was much shorter and more monochrome. Speaking of which, the man’s attire was also simplistic to a fault: aside from a white muscular shirt, black pants, and gray sneakers, there was gold.

Compare to the lonely woman, he’d seemed to be in better spirits like much of the crowd in question upon speaking softly to her right away, “evening, Minuette and welcome to the Metro: I take that the atmosphere is to your liking; how’s it hanging…?”

“Cut the crap, Zaroff; I’m not in the mood for this: traffic was utter Tartarus tonight, like usual in the city…!” she’d snapped softly, slinging her gaze unto the people abaft themselves before returning to the titular guard, “let’s just get this over with; I can’t be here all night: I have to go and leave Manehattan in the morning…”

“Of course, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time: the studio is all set up; right this way…” the man sighed, turning to open the door before guiding Minuette inwardly within only a few seconds.

Instantaneously, he and the lonely woman were greeted with a much more drastically different part of the environment, something which had been pleasing to the latter. The surroundings in question were so brighter than the dark atmosphere, not to mention much more colorful and solidified compared to the lighting overall so to speak. She can even see the fact that the bulbs used to guide the denizens in question were of a bleached scheme, bearing enough static electricity operated at the utmost potential. Even the tiling underneath their very feet had bore more opaque shades and hues already crying out with strength in numbers as well as all sorts of advantages unknown. On the right side of their collective viewpoints were but a line of doorways totaling up to several, each of which bearing the same dimensions in terms of height and width. Considering the near lacking of personnel compared to the main assembly, it’d have seemed the two would be all on their lonesome, thanks to this otherwise quiet place. Nevertheless, Minuette couldn’t even resist picking the rather faint moaning near herself, despite the fact she couldn’t finding out where or whom the source was if at all.

The lonely woman was soon left alone as Zaroff returned to his post, sighing intensively, “finally…”

She’d wasted no time whatsoever in perambulating past the first half of them, each of which was obscured by the closed doors thereof. Although that Minuette was free to her own devices, even she’d came to terms it’d not last long; the mews alone reminded her of that. Meandering about the destination, the lonely woman’s mind brimmed tempestuously: a mixture of anticipation and dread all colliding. Presently, she’d intently smelled the oxygen before exhaling, taking note of its distinct qualities: so saccharine yet smoky fragrances. In a matter of moments, Minuette had straightened her face out, bracing herself for the upcoming turn of events within her own control.

“Hey, Minnie…!” the lonely woman heard, prompting herself to stand still and face the source of the new voice, “we’ve been waiting for you; what took you so long…?”

“Keep yourself together, boys: it’s been a real pain getting here to the nightclub; not even daring to leave the hotel early did me any favors, not since the train ride…” she said, glaring outwardly at one of the speakers residing within the opposite room upfront.

Inside it, the contents thereof had left little to anyone’s imagination, especially when it’d came to the likes of Minuette herself whom observed it all. Like the secluded area in which the lonely woman was in, the background thereof was simplistic to a fault, bearing an icy scheme like her hairstyle. Additionally, the room in question had some furniture too, albeit softer and more fitting for the likes of a twosome capacity compared to beyond. One solid commonality between the hallway and the adjacent accommodation happened to be the lighting scheme therein, not which they cared. Another difference which set it apart from the rest of the building so far was the firm carpeting seeming to be bargained for then cleaned up after. A small ensemble of electronics was found to be within Minuette, minuscule and insignificant despite being sizable enough to be carried away.

Within in that space was but a pair of men possessing commonalities between themselves: brighter complexions, modest clothing, and a gentle gaze; even so, there were some differences. For starters, one of them was tall, wearing long green hair with some gilded highlights therein; the other stood a few inches shorter than the former, bearing short violet tresses in jagged edges. Secondment, the first man was a little chunky despite sharing the lonely woman’s body typeset; the adjacent counterpart happened to skinny, bearing an aerodynamic potential still untapped. Thirdly, the burgeoning occupant had possessed eyes of scarlet behind his squared spectacles; the other one happened to be bearing a barrage fire of emerald splash gleaming about at once. Fourth of all, the first man wore a black suit and tie with a gray undershirt along matching shoes; the adjacent counterpart donned a blue shirt and sneakers combo with yellow shorts and visor.

Of the two men in question, the colorfully dressed one had been the first responder to the lonely woman right away, “are we ready to go: is everything taken care of; anything we need to know about before the party starts…?”

“Just some ground rules first so that I don’t want you to go overboard like the others that I’ve seen this one gal on the newspapers…” she’d answered, entering the doorway confidently without any satisfaction whatsoever, “you can eat me out, titty fuck me, get a handjob, and fingerbang my vagina for all I care but I don’t want any of your hands or dicks inside of my ass! Also, I want to leave the same way I’d came so none of that pain and suffering shit: no piercing or scars of any kind whatsoever on me, and none of those golden showers or scatman crochet; if I feel so much as a gash in my skin–––”

“Relax, Minnie, times are different now: if Fillydelphia can clean up its own act, then there’s no reason why this Big Fruit of a city should do the same; besides, you should’ve been dancing…” the bespectacled inhabitant interjected, closing his eyes as Minuette shut the door behind them, “all these young folks have been filled to the brim with the vim and vigor of the high society…”

“I used to be high society once, making a living as a dentist happened to be a respectable career for the likes of me especially; that was then, this is now…” the lonely woman said as she’d glanced at the egress again with a solemn look.

The shorter male had taken his time to ask her a question straightaway, “where did you work at…?”

“Does it even matter anymore…?” Minuette sighed forlornly before shaking away her demeanor in an instant, strengthening resolve, “look, let’s just get this over with; we all know why we’re here: I have needs that must be satisfied…!”

“We know…” the tall guy had said quickly.

It didn’t take long for the lonely woman to lower herself as she’d became occupied with the rigid protuberance unveiled by the bespectacled owner. She’d kissed it around rather gently, their flesh grazing one another while moving up and down with her tongue making its rounds in the process. After a few licks, Minuette had forwarded her hot mouth around the tall man’s prepuce by a few centimeters, taking in girth and length so willfully. Despite having both lips salivating about, the lonely woman breathed in easily, concentrating her efforts onto lapping at the tumescence inside of it. Before long, she’d pushed herself into increasing her speed, sliding back and forth like a piston much to her bespectacled observer’s delectations. Minuette had felt the tall man’s shaft swelling up a bit due to her very efforts, even as its size still remained the same within her very aperture. The lonely woman wasn’t the only one whom anticipated the outcome of her efforts, especially considering the fact the saliva brought lubrication. Even though that she was fully in control of her actions, the true blue eyes were soon becoming wrought with an excess of liquid seeping outward. Of the two performers whom were blushing about, Minuette had burned the deepest amongst her mahogany visage as her tears failed to cool it all.

With a free left hand, the lonely woman rubbed the yard along while ruminating about, “get on with it: you’ve done this plenty of times, thanks to those shifty bastards; you can even remember the taste of it all…!”

“Almost there…” the bespectacled inhabitant said, breaking her out of the train of thought as she huffed on and about before he discharged himself upon the latter’s soft and wet visage with little warning, “ahhh…!”

“Mm… sounds like to me that you had some blue balls for a while: you a virgin or were you lonely…?” Minuette cooed as she’d lapped at much the white compound that had landed from the tall man without a care.

Rather than getting an answer from the bespectacled listener, the colorful bystander spoke up, “actually, I haven’t gotten laid in my life…”

“Really, well fuck me nine ways to Sunday: it seems to me that I’ve been living under a rock for a long time; of course, this may as well be your first time…!” the lonely woman had exclaimed derisively, cleaning herself up in the process as she’d faced the shorter male, “it seems to me that everywhere I go, a bunch of people out in Equestria haven’t even fucked a woman before. What a fucking pain: it seems there are far too many of us womenfolk compared to men out there; no wonder why we’ve been singled out as conquests…! I’ve heard of the saying ‘there are plenty of fish in the sea’ but where I’d grew up, the aquarium was just a tiny lake; my friends never even thought of having a special somebody of their own to settle down with, let alone date. If only if they had been able to sleep with a man of their own, then everything would be all set for them; of course, not everyone is cut out for such a relationship of any kind for whatever reason, especially the seemingly eternal teacher’s pet: she deserved a bod like mine…”

“Tell me more…” the tall man talked tersely.

She’d ignored the bespectacled observer instantly, taking a stand to face the visored counterpart with a wink and a smile before whispering, “c’mere…!”

Without warning whatsoever, Minuette brought the shorter male closer before stealing a kissing from him immediately, much to the latter’s shock as well as that of the tall viewer so to speak. Even though that the lonely woman had bothered to make herself presentable for the new target, the stardust memories of not too long ago were fresh in the colorful kisser’s mind nevertheless. She’d wasted no time in sampling the texture and tastes therein upon the surface area afore her; unlike the prepuce from much earlier, it was a little rough around the edges for what it’s worth. The fact Minuette was osculating shorter male caught the bespectacled observer by surprise, not that she’d minded since her eyes were closed, lost in the moment overall with her correspondent. In a small total of seconds, the shorter male finally opened up to the lonely woman, both tongues finally slipping out for their mutual exploration as she’d gained new information on him at once. Now it would seem that she’d finally found a sense of stability within her own mind and body, unbounded by the weight of the world, the depths of its seas, and even the final frontier of space. Gone were the days Minuette overwhelmed by emotions such as fear, fury, pain, and sorrow; in their place, there was bravery, calmness, pleasure, and joy, ideals best suited for the likes of her. Soon enough, the lonely woman was now on the verge of losing her footing despite maintaining control; of course, she wasn’t even alone in this one since the target up in front felt this way too.

“Mmph…!” the colorful kisser grunted before breaking away from herself, a thin trail of saliva stretching betwixt themselves, “it seems that you’d been experienced at this gig; how long have you been at this whole deal, Miss…?”

“A lady of any time of day or night like myself should never go kissing and telling about freely; now then, let me slip into something more comfortable for you, sweetie…” Minuette had snickered as she’d removed the purse off of her body, placing it within her right hand tightly so to speak of.

It didn’t take any long for the lonely woman to slide her head out of the cherry halterneck, baring her torso completely to the shock and awe of the two men in question: the most notable aspect therein were her supple bosoms bearing the density of deflated volleyballs as its endings bore the circumference smaller than the doorknobs within the building in question, much less the room.

Stuttering about, the shorter man asked her immediately, “are they even real…?”

“Why don’t you shut up and fucking touch them to get your answer already…?” Minuette sniggered as she was bouncing her billowy cleavage up and down in front of the colorful observer; this had prompted him to start placing his hands over them at once, “now you’re getting the hang of it; at this rate, I’m gonna have so much fun with you, little man…!”

“What do you mean…?” the shorter man gulped as the lonely woman took precious little time to open the metallic accessory within his shorts.

Uncovering a similar appendage from the clothing in question, she’d slid it underneath the chin with a smile, explaining calmly, “that look in your eyes, they belong to someone who couldn’t resist waking up after coming in your underwear one too many nights; I bet that you’ve been dreaming of something like this, having a woman by your side to fuck her rotten whenever. Of course, you strike me as someone who has just started college just so you can hope to make love with her after all the magazines stopped doing it for you; at least, it would make sense since you’d gotten old enough to move out of your old folks’ home, free to make your own choices like everybody us. No points for guessing what it’s like to go through puberty and whatnot: all those changes taking place as soon as you’d turned a certain age and the search for reasons why they’d taken place; the fact that you were forced to cast aside your boyhood daze on that day was nothing short of a tragedy to the kid in you. Even now, you’re still clinging to your youth because it’s all that we have left in this world before we shuffle off the mortal coil provided to us since birth, irregardless of whether or not we grow old enough to reminisce the earlier points of our lives like which we’re doing here in Manehattan. Definitely speaking, our lives are like the teeth within our maws: no matter how damage is dealt and/or prevented, there’s nothing we can do to stay this way forevermore, let alone distract us from the growing inevitability coming after life itself when all is said and done, like the ones before and the others following us.”

“Wow, who gave this woman the moody blues: I would’ve expected this from the emo kids but not her; is she a nihilist or something…?” the shorter man cerebrated, squirming about as Minuette utilized her upper body to maintain the prepuce within his lower half with a madder gaze, “gyuh…!”

“Heh, I was right, you are a virgin; at least you’re going to remember the time that we’d spent together for years to come…” the lonely woman laughed before returning to the wet work she’d started earlier ago, taking in more like before as it’d been done to the tall viewer; as far as they knew, rest wouldn’t be partaken in until the task at hand was finally achieved so to speak of.

Needless to say, her sandwiching and tickling about had paid off as the colorful spectator splattered his discharge across the neckline, dripping downward between the bust as they were already becoming caked about slowly but surely much to their mutual surprise and, in the former’s case, relief.

Suddenly, Minuette was overwrought with a terrifying resolve, her tinted visage, once red like a rose shifting to a pale green as visions betrayed her: dizzying about, she’d turned her face away from the shorter male before an assortment of lukewarm hues escaped from its consumer’s maw, a chunky salsa now staining the flooring as well as some of the twosome’s clothing overall.

The bespectacled observer’s face went from intrigue to shock as the lonely woman was coughing up a storm of nausea in front of themselves; as such, he was quick to saunter out towards the door instantaneously opened up before all three of the room’s tenants while screaming, “THIS GIRL IS SICK AND NEEDS HELP NOW…!”

All the while, she was panting and groaning, struggling to stay still even as her limbs finally buckled beneath their averaged weight; this caused her to fall nearby the shallow technicolor pool of her own making as the shorter counterpart guarded the room they were both still in so to speak.

“Hang in there, Mini…!” the colorful watchman’s voice was soon heard echoing into both of Minuette’s flopping ears, even as they were currently subsiding alongside her narrowing view altogether, “don’t go dying like this…!”