Author's Note

This is my forty–third clopfic out of the many that were made using canon characters, this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms: however, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button; in light of recent events, I'm dead serious.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that, like before My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; that is all, nothing more, nothing less.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you what shocked me is the fact it took about over a month to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd given into fleshing it out completely at my expense, so much so I'd cut out so many more words again; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.

Immigrant Song Origins

If there was one thing that had proved to be noticeable, then it would be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; in addition, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which accented with layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided its way from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is crossing. In the background, there had rested a blue ridged valley of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the snow pounded onto and even off of the variant earth very rapidly without so much as a care. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were exceptions.

Out of the many traversing about in this here environment, there were a pair of individuals out and about as the dense atmosphere before themselves were being sniffed away; not much whatsoever could be said about these particular subjects if at all, save for some attire: jet–black hooded cloaks covered much of their wearers as the sights and sounds had become apparent. Although that they were both alike in fair dignity at first glance so to speak, there were some rather significant differences amongst themselves, despite the subtleties the twosome had already embraced; with that said, no one else had been able to notice them whatsoever, aside from the shapes arbitrarily etched through their concealed bodies, putting the subjects in question at ease.

Even with the driving winds blinding them, the duo was able to lock sights onto a modest structure amongst the cold distance. Although predominantly adorned with but a rich chocolatey coating of bricks, there was a pillar of gunmetal adorned with gold orbs. At least a few rows of windows were already plastered upon the structure, each of them having been outlined in copper framework. Resting firmly on the top, the bricked building had possessed a spire reminiscent of a cleared crystalline night sky of yesteryears. A jet–black textile had served as its banner, already hovering over the entrance as it resting in the frosted road lined adjacently at once. “CORUNDUM CRUSTACEAN” the hierophant green lettering read, glittering around a lobster all encrusted in rubies and sapphires.

One of the pedestrians presently peered at the plastered picture and prattled piquantly, “looks like to me a country bumpkin discovered some bad grass and had painted what came out the gaping maw…”

“Good grief…” the other one said almost soundlessly before both travelers finally approached the wooden door up in front immediately, “hello…?”

“Who is it…?” another, albeit roughly maiden, voice was heard from the other side after the interfacing onlooker knocked upon its surface.

Before the secondary traveler could elaborate, the primordial pedestrian cut to the chase with an answer, “’tis I your dearest princess of the unicorn tribe, Platinum I, the dutiful daughter of King Bullion and this be my trusted advisor, Clover the Clever; we’re but in dire need of vacancy from the tempestuous blizzard…”

“Hold on, your highness… I’ll let you both in…” the tenant had sighed as some metal clicked in an instant, putting the two outsiders at ease when the door started to open, “evening and welcome to Corundum Crustacean Inn: I’m Every Weaver, thy humble innkeeper…”

“Thanks…” the advisor whispered as Platinum walked on in at once, freed from the ice and snow above themselves.

After the twosome had entered the humble abode, Clover took the time to close the door behind themselves so as to maintain whatever privacy had been returned in the process. While no time had been invested studying the background, it was filled to the brim with tawny shading as they were already held with some enormous pieces of timber planks. A thick carpet was discovered in the epicenter of the floor nearby themselves, bearing brighter hues of magician’s red already separated into some differently colored ringlets. A pair of some dark green curtains hung nearby the windowsill, having already portrayed what would’ve been a winter wonderland were it not waylaying wasteland wherein. A lonely fireplace had been up and running, a clash of reds and oranges with the occasional gold experience devouring the kindling as they were cordoned off with a static mesh. Standing up in front of both the princess and her advisor was a desk where a book lain adjacently between themselves and a flat board with various miscellaneous texts scrawled. A small chandelier of mushrooms hung in the balance, each of them already glowing brightly enough in a watery color opposite to the controlled burn right underneath them.

It wasn’t long until Platinum and Clover were in close contact with the host, a white unicorn mare with no hesitation whatsoever in residing in the open space. Weaver’s short mane and tail were of a light jade, instantaneously accented by some highlights of a silver chariot requiem despite clinging to both life and liberty. Orbs of hermit purple promptly peered out from the white unicorn as she’d quickly directed their collective attention to open pages resting on the ligneous surface. Heavy textiles had already been latching onto the innkeeper’s body: a long–sleeved blouse and a longer skirt so much darker than her respective coating and irises.

Weaver wasted no time whatsoever in walking towards the liberal office space as she spoke to them, “’tis usually not much of a hassle getting two of the finest founders in Equestria all settled in from the cold: verily, we wert almost this close to be depleted in lodging space, especially considering the holiday season; if anything, even braving the storm wouldn’t deter me at all…”

“‘Tis alright, thou needn’t to endure such a mortal environment at thine state of being; after all, who’d go and look after the inn?” the advisor laughed, slowly unveiling a brunet unicorn stallion with a gilded integument and dark blue moonstones from the cloak, “anyways, we request a room for the night; I’ve been able to have some amethysts saved: will ten be a sufficient price?”

“Bless thy soul, Sir Clover, but I don’t see any need to accept thine currency; thou art one of the founders of Equestria…” the innkeeper had answered him instantaneously with a grin upon the visage.

Nevertheless, the eponymous visitor presented the violet gemstones immediately and said, “still, we insist: ‘tis the least we can do; besides, our friends are sharing the same responsibilities to this land and its subjects alike. Hurricane and Pansy are protecting Equestria from whichever hostiles would come to lay waste upon Equestria; Puddinghead and Smart Cookie have invested in helping out to gather and ration foodstuff so they can be distributed in the meantime for any of the homeless. Our dearest King Bullion may have still allowed us to have free reign in coming and going as we please yet he expects us both to be returning home in the same shape as we wert since our departure…”

“Father would’ve liked it better had we not left too late; the longer our absence, the more it vexes him…” the princess heaved as she’d finally revealed her face as well, a steely unicorn with a light lavender mane and eyes of heavenly teal, “if ‘tis not too much trouble, then we’d like the finest rooms in the establishment, open for vacancy of course; even I’m not some ice queen…”

“With pleasure; follow me…” Weaver had replied, walking away from both the texts and the travelers whom took their time to heed her words.

It wasn’t long anyway as they were instantaneously guided by a series of similar lighting directly above them, each fragment more crystalline in structure albeit in a yellow temperance instead. The sights and sounds of steps going in between the threesome created a pattern in which would be observed every door frame passed by them, occasionally interspersed with the howling winds. Platinum steadily staring at her own two hooves moving about upon the wooden floors beneath, traveling onward throughout the hallway with their host keeping a sharp eye at the surroundings.

In only a few minutes, the otherwise strenuous pattern had now met its end, overtaken by a vast new area that they had just walked up to: a simple room no different from the closed ones abaft.

They were already surrounded with wide walls of wintergreen wearing out the willows within them alongside some flowers and minerals adorned upon them with the aromas emanating about. Another window was found on the right side, bearing the same moving pictures of the landscape beyond their confines, albeit in a much more different angling and direction than the entrance. Lying right nearby Weaver’s legs were one half of a drawer pair standing about; the other half rested directly in the middle of some beds with a sizable clock taking up a quarter of the spacing. Immediately, the small glint of light from the window presented the trio the sight of more doors, each with their small paths compared to the open world the advisor and princess originated from. All of which did little, if anything, whatsoever to attract Platinum’s attention as she’d started gazing upon the bloody orange blankets and pillows clothing their very beds upon illumination.

As soon as the innkeeper entered the room, the princess had sprinted for the bedspread almost instantaneously, collapsing with a big sigh, “ahh, what a wonderful night for some blessed slumber…!”

“I take that you liked the accommodations so far; we would’ve been able to bring you some soup but I’m afraid we’ve been deplete: the last bowl was served to one of our guests hours ago…” Weaver spoken as he’d become the last unicorn to enter the communal confines straightaway, picking the farthest bed away from Platinum, “thankfully, I’ll make more food at the morrow…”

“Yeah, we can look forward to it by then; thanks…” Clover had replied before sitting down on the surface of the comforter underneath.

Platinum casted aside her jet–black cloak with little warning whatsoever, instantaneously wrapping herself in the blanket before resting her head upon the pillows with a giddy yawn, “I suppose that would do for now too, even though I’m feeling famished…”

“Well then, I hope thou hast a bearable slumber in spite of it; ‘til then, I bid the two of thee pleasant dreams…” the innkeeper said as she’d started to leave both the princess and the advisor to their own devices soon enough, “goodnight…”

“Night…” Clover said as he’d taken the time to search throughout his clothing and remove whatever items were hidden, including the tiny light restrained by the metal frame and the thick glass displayed earlier ago; afterwards, he’d wasted no time turning his eyes away from Platinum the second his head also subsided upon the surface of the bedspread facing the dark spot therein.

Needless to say, both unicorns found themselves enthralled by their own bodies’ weariness as they’d soon sank from the surface world and into that of slumber right away, seeing nothing more than the advanced darkness superseding that of their shared room and the outside environment where the ice and snow dampened it all without mercy or restraint whatsoever.

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

The twosome had currently found themselves asleep in the beds: the princess herself with her face already guided rightward while the advisor kept his firmly in the opposite direction. Without any kind of warning whatsoever, Platinum had rolled over to face Clover’s side, only for the latter to remain unperturbed as the former still squirmed about almost soundlessly. Of course, the advisor snored softly as the princess struggled to stay still, the sturdy framework of her chosen bed now creaking and rocking about from the subdued movements nearby.

Platinum had moved closer over onto the edge, moaning softly no less, “oh Clover, thy prick is so sharp; please maketh me thy bride…”

“Hmm…?” the aforementioned unicorn had muttered in confusion before returning back to his own slumber at once, “Master Starswirl…?”

“AHN~!” the princess mewled before rotating off of the bed without even knowing; as a result, a hard thud shook the room and the duo firmly awake, even the flat advisor whose eyes flashed wide open as both ears stood on endwise instantly.

As soon as Clover came snapping back to reality at once, he’d turned around to find Platinum lying flat on her back as she was still enveloped in the confines of her own chosen comforter; needless to say, he was shocked and awestruck at what befell upon the likes of her as his voice made a break for liberty through the teeth, “your highness, art thou alright; what happened?!”

“I’m fine, just hast myself succumb to a nightfall, no pun intended…” the princess answered, slowly sliding out to reveal a thick ensemble of a woolly dress predominantly bearing the same color as her tresses attached, albeit in a darker shade with white accents, “I’ve been thinking though: what was it like for thee whenever there was free time…?”

“Huh, what dost thou mean by such a statement…?” the advisor choked out, surprised by the question posed to him at once.

Platinum became more bolder as she flashed a stern grimace to Clover immediately before speaking, “be honest with me… thou hadst detested being around thy princess since thine employment, dost thee…?”

“What?!” the advisor had spat out almost instantaneously, barely catching the princess off–guard no less so to speak, “no, not at all: I don’t possess such mortal emotions as loathing for thee, your highness; where wouldst thou obtain that notion…?”

“I’ve bore witness to the commonwealth within the city even prior to our resettlement, how they thinketh me as so avaricious because I’m my father’s pride and joy; frankly, even the unicorn tribes art not so different from pegasi or earth ponies as they’d believe me to be, like before…” Platinum hissed intently even though that her venomous gaze had softened up on Clover gently.

The advisor spoke to the princess calmly, “be still, dear princess: I’m surely convinced thou art not so loathsome as thou believes to be, especially not after the first Hearths Warming; a different unicorn compared to the past no less…”

“Even so, I feel as if nothing hast changed whatsoever: even when we art standing together, it seems that flame’s almost ready to be snuffed out like it’s a candle against the wind…” Platinum sniffled before averting her eyes from Clover straightaway like a flash of lightning in a pan, “they saith that every little filly’s dream is to become a princess yet none appreciate the reality. Beneath the lavish lifestyles, beautiful attires, a populace willing to sacrifice themselves for both Crown and Country, and the hope of finding a cute prince, it’s always about appearances: between keeping the family name alive and the ponies’ adoration up, expectations are a must and from what I canst tell it also means keeping the peace between the other tribes lest they’ll return. Tis obvious that, aside from the windigos, history has been written with ink and blood long before we’d found Equestria by both heroes and devils alike, introspectively and retroactively: Grogar was no exception to the very rule when on the latter side of the spectrum at both ends, and neither was his antithesis, Gusty the Great; even without magic, mundane horrors prevailed. Stories of conquerors here and there in this immense world plagued our kind long ago, whether monstrous, animalistic, and/or devilish: lustful lechery, gargantuan gluttony, groundbreaking greed, wanton wrath, shiftless slothfulness, ending envy, and pretentious pride; the dangers they’ve all posed wert rather minute compared to the cults, violence, deception, and treachery. Even now, this winter, like all that came before serves as a reminder of what can be easily lost, with or without the windigo mind thee: as season changes, we the ponies see ourselves closer to our end, irregardless of how long our lives can be if not for the choices we maketh and doeth not; the mayflies live even shorter whether or not they art not slain by our extremities altogether. Mine mother, Queen Milford, was nothing special, despite being royal blood, a fact many like her hadst understood far too well; even with the finest magical and scientific discoveries at its own time, they still couldn’t figure out how to save her from death: some say that my birth hadst sealed her own fate by only a few years apart, at least ‘til a fortnight prior to her fateful passing. Left alone in the world an only child from mine father’s tree, I been raised by maids and butlers within the confines in her place; even though I hadst rightfully believed his love had prevailed, I still couldn’t resist the thought of him resenting me because of it: after all, as much as I hadst always yearned for another sibling at my side, I wanted nothing more than mother to be alive. Ever since I hadst come of age, I been basically doing the very same things our kind hadst done even before we found Equestria: taxing the earth ponies, seeing the day come and go, and putting up with the pegasi, all the things mine predecessors did long ago; of course, one day these beings came and almost froze the lot of us dead solid, though I’m sure thou hast remembered it well. Although I’d no idea that these creatures weren’t out to slay us all, at the same time I was nonetheless scared for my dear life: as I hadst remained encased in ice, the first thought that had come to my mind was that I’d never be able to see my own father again; as a matter of fact, the first thing I hadst done was run off and search for him so I can extend him an invitation at once.”

“Yeah, I’d remember that fateful day well: I’d went off with thee to make sure you wouldn’t freeze to near–death yet again…” the advisor said as he’d sensed a chill running up his spine slowly.

Taking a stand keenly, the princess spoke calmly, “in all fairness, I’d never considered the possibility that he’d accept it, let alone be around pegasi and earth ponies on more jovial terms; I’d believed that given his past aloofness around me ever since, he mayhaps as well would’ve disowned me for letting myself be clouded with the notion of harmony with the likes of them…”

“Now, that’s a preposterous idea: King Bullion’s thy father, he’d never partake in such a thing; besides, thou art his single daughter…” Clover had flustered about as Platinum soon sat back down on the bedsheets where she’d fallen from earlier ago, “if anything, he should be lucky to have a progeny such as thyself to carry the weight of the world on his behalf, your highness…”

“Really…?” the princess peeped plainly.

The advisor had wasted no time in elaborating whatsoever, “indeed, as far as we see it, we art the closest thing to kinsfolk by virtue of proximity alone: as a matter of fact, thou art the closest thing to a sister I never had in mine youth; perhaps, this is one of the many commonalities we’ve possessed, aside from our tribal connections of course…”

“What commonalities; this isn’t making any sense whatsoever: what does this have anything to do with me…?” Platinum spoke intensively to Clover at once, her stern glance slowly returning yet restrained nevertheless, “thou mayest been assigned to me by the likes of mine father, but don’t dare entertain the notion of such a kinship…”

“Perhaps telling thee a secret mayest help ease our tensions together; after all, thou hast bared thy soul towards me so the least I should do in return is to tell my secret: contrary to what thou may hadst been led to believe, I’m not fully masculine…” the advisor prattled about reluctantly, causing the princess to raise an eyebrow at once.

Platinum rolled her eyes at what Clover had said, replying only cuttingly, “surely, I find that hard to believe so to speak…”

“Same here and thou art not the primary pony to thinketh of mine existence as unbelievable…” the advisor continued onward, looking away from the princess with a tear escaping from the eye, “either way, I hadst endured Tartarus for mine otherwise biological form from both sexes: stallions courting me despite having a sword, mares accusing me of preying on the likes of them. Mine own mother though of me as a monster in a pony form, no different from ones coming before and after Grogar’s reign: at the time, ‘twas when I hadst come of age, blooming into what I should’ve been a healthy young stallion like good colts; instead, the only thing I hadst gained since then, besides a stallionhood, was a feminine form not so similar to the likes of other mares. No amount of harassment or horror could even hold a candle to her own willingness to abandon me over mine dualist form no less; afterwards, I could do nothing more than to cry for myself, lamenting the fate of being born a mere pony with conflicting gender: one time, I hadst honestly thought of taking my own life, throwing myself into a long waterfall hadst seemed very fitting. How amazing that even with all the water in Ponyland at my discretion, I canst not even succeed at such a simple task of suicide: whereas as many would’ve shied away from the notion of doing something so harrowing, I went headfirst into a task in question; it wasn’t long until I’d been discovered, rescued by the most unlikeliest of strangers, though I’m sure thou hast remembered.”

“Starswirl…?” Platinum had inquired.

Clover nodded off, taking in a deep breath before returning to speak again, “he tooketh me in where mine mother had left off, training me into an apprenticeship to carry on his legacy should he and his colleagues cease to be around Equestria. That stallion treated me like a pony when nopony else did, at least since that fateful day, made me feel like I was needed in spite of mine; I’d looked up to him as if he wert mine own parent, let alone a father figure in this otherwise forsaken world. With newfound purpose, I’d embraced the scholarly pursuits more than ever, retaining and seeking knowledge of both the New World and the Old World as well as the hope of discovering the origins of my condition, all on behalf Sir Starswirl the Bearded himself. Of course, this hadst come at a much greater cost than I’d been willing to pay: because of mine experiences with both stallions and mares alike, especially that of mother’s sudden shift, I’d forfeited the notion of this such things like companionship and familial ties in exchange for satisfying mine hunger for education. At the very least, I’d believed that until the day arrives, I’ll never rest myself so long as there’s aspects of life to be blooming with the mysteries and miracles therein ready, willing, and able to be discovered for the good of the whole entire world, ponies and otherwise.”

“Mayhaps it seems I hadst been wrong about thee, Sir Clover; destiny has a rather amusing way of providing itself entertainment…” the princess chuckled before taking a stand again, walking towards the advisor gently with but a sultry grin upon her visage, “enough talk anyway: the time for tension must end; now then, close thine eyes…”

Even as their eyes were becoming accented by blushing now their faces were closing the distant gap at once, Clover heeded Platinum’s words nevertheless. It wasn’t long until the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another, even with the outside cold still maintaining their presence. The unicorn pair became more eager, their muzzles finally opening up as one another passed by with tongues slipping out for the slight ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to each others’ amorous intentions, now wrapping their arms around the target’s backs without care. Neither of them dared to relent, continuing for at least over a minute or so tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions had started to grow on. Soon, the twosome’s horns glowed in translucent colors reminiscent of their eyes, illuminating their shared room with the mixture now solidifying about.

“Ineffable, art mine lips deceiving me: ‘tis the royal highness, our majesty, Princess Platinum kissing me, out of all the ponies she could’ve chosen in her lifetime; still, if it be the case, then why did she choose me instead…?” the advisor ruminated, latched onto the royal maiden in a loose yet lucid liplocking.

Although Platinum was growing to enjoy the decision she’d made, at the same time, she couldn’t stand to continue onward as the heat within grew from below; needless to say, Clover soon felt the open air escape into him again thanks to her as the former spoke, “looks like we’ve finally broke the surface together; no turning back…”

“What art thou talking about, your highness…?” the advisor barely inquired before bearing witness to what the princess had suddenly done to herself: in an instant, she’d casted aside yet another article of clothing, exposing even more of her body from top to bottom; with that said, there had remained a jet–black corset nestled between her bosoms and waist, “PRINCESS?!”

“Cease now, dearest Clover for the night is still young and belongs to us as it always hast been ever since: even before our journey to Equestria, I’d felt safe and secure around the likes of thee, something father hast yet to become aware of; needless to say, all I couldst think of was you…” Platinum sighed as her lips curled whilst Clover quivered from the sight of her dishabille at once.

Even though the advisor held firmly, the princess’ salacious sashaying threatened to compromise his integrity as he’d caught a glimpse of the star system clustering over her flanks while peeping, “your highness…?”

“If thou art still wishes to learn the whereabouts of mine undergarments, then thou be happy to find them casually discarded prior to your reawakening…” Platinum hissed euphoniously, stopping close by to kiss Clover firmly on the left cheekbone straightaway, “of course, even I’m aware that my disrobing isn’t enough for me to let myself consummate with the likes of you. After all, it was thine decision to wear thy clothes to slumber so as the wintry wasteland wouldn’t wreak havoc on thine body like it hadst done to me; still, perhaps getting to know each other better wouldst work well if thou casts aside the garments upon thy body so as to proof of veracity altogether now. As the daughter of – no, better yet, on behalf of the entire Equestrian commonwealth, I suggest that you do so as well if thou wishes to continue onward…”

“With all due respect, your highness, as much as I admire thine honestly, there’s still the matter about King Bullion: he’d not take kindly to thee offering thine maidenhood to the likes of anypony, even to somepony trusting; besides, I already informed thou of my somewhat feminine form earlier so such a discovery would be disturbing…” the adviser had warned the princess.

Undaunted, Platinum had rested her left hand right upon Clover’s chest and whispered playfully, “even so, I’d waited long enough to learn what thou looks like underneath the fabrics and whatever jewelry wore upon thine body; father may have control over a third of the country but I have a life to live before I take his place on the throne and continue the bloodline. Although our expedition to Equestria was the closest thing to a grand adventure across the pond, being stuck at the castle ironically left me yearning for the entire outside world since my youth; thine thirst for knowledge here and there hast given me more than enough reason to keeping living onward for mine mother’s sake, especially considering the feminine form thou claims. To this day, I’ve kept a clandestine cache of drawings and texts, each of them containing the figures and excerpts of other ponies and their fantasies respectively, most of which of stallions; of course, there hadst remained that of mares themselves like me alongside androgynous and hermaphroditic ponies as well as that other beings like us too existing, mundane and otherwise. Simply standing in front of thine would’ve been rightfully ineffable since I’d not viewed thee as such, let alone hear such a confession from the likes of thyself; with that said, thou art the closest to me as a friend and confidant following the very first day of employment, the same way thou foundeth Sir Starswirl as the closest to a fatherly figure thou hadst desired even before that day.”

“Wow… I’ve never thought of thee, the princess as somepony with such tastes, let alone admit them…” was all that the advisor could say as the regaled maiden ran her very same hand down to the hems of his jet–black cloak, prompting him to slip out of the thick textiles as an azure tunic with white pants were shown to be standing against the dark, “thou wishes to see mine bosoms?”

“More than ever, my fair Clove…” Platinum sighed.

Reaching for the very hems at once, Clover pulls up his tunic and starts to reveal more of himself straightaway: although he was, by any means whatsoever, muscular, they were nothing compared to the bust finally let out; within its smaller size were but a pair of upright nubbins rivaling the likes of his singular solitary observer.

Despite blushing about all the way down to the waistline, the amorphous advisor had retained the strength to ask his plump princess already moistened with the achromatic fluid trailing in between her legs, “so, what does thou thinketh of them, your highness; art thou satisfied now that they’ve unveiled to thee…?”

“Much smaller than I hadst imagined; to be honest, I thought thou saith of a stallionhood: dost thou still have it…?” Platinum inquired as she’d reached for her cavernous sheath and started matting it, earning a steady nod from Clover, “please, show it to me…”

“Yes, your highness…” the amorphous advisor articulated at once, his own hands now resting over his white pants afore they’d slid them all off rather gently; afterwards, some tumescence had now finally taken formation within the open atmosphere, serving as yet another difference between him and his princess, aside from a rainbow petaled flower over the former’s flanks.

At long last, both unicorns found themselves embracing the cold air and their hot concupiscence as they’d started joining hands again, this time fully confident in this collective state of the union already with their sericeous ords pressed up against each other in a liberal interlock despite their aberrant differences still threatening to compromise their terminally traveling train of thoughts.

Another softly supersaturated kiss was shared by the lonely inhabitants before Platinum tossed Clover over to the uncovered bed where she’d once laid earlier; even though he was still unhurt, the past ecstasy within himself was instantaneously supplanted by her whom remained hot and heavy as she’d moaned, “don’t be going off to sow thine wild oats into me yet, Cloverboy…! Even as Sir Starswirl’s star student and trusted advisor to King Bullion, I canst not let thee ravage mine body yet, let alone take the reins like some common ruffian from the ancient east; after all, I needs to keep mine maidenhead intact before I’m even considered being willing to be taken as a stallion’s bride in the coming days, lest I’d be casted aside like yesterdays’ refuse. Nevertheless, I still have the highest hopes for thee to become mine husband when the time is right for thyself to settle down; until then, the least we canst do for the rest of the entire night is keep our passions a secret from even the most prying of eyes: speaking of which, let’s start this off by pleasuring ourselves together…”

The amorphous advisor remained supine over the very bedsheets even as he’d squirmed about until his entire body was firmly within the surface area; meanwhile, she wasted no time planting her flushed flowerbed directly over, showing off both depressions in different shapes and sizes.

While both parties were currently far from mutually inverted towards each other, the sheer fact Platinum was kneeling over Clover’s muzzle has given her a clear–cut view of his prepuce rising adjacently, filling their eyes with lasciviousness despite differences presented and accounted for. Of course, the plump princess had still felt that she couldn’t just go on ahead and feast upon the amorphous advisor straightaway, even though his face was exactly underneath her very loins from such a given command alone which he’d been willing to follow out of anticipation no less.

“Uh, your highness…?” Clover called out to Platinum rather hesitantly, a mixture of emotions still brewing on about, “dost thou want me to–––”

“Hold thine tongue upon my mewling quim alone, dear Clove… I want nothing more than to feel its moistures be savored by the likes of thee at once… the last thing thou be doing is wasting one’s breath on meaningless excuses of words… as well as inelegant blubbering moonlighting as such…” the plump princess heaved, interjecting the amorphous advisor’s words in an instant.

At long last, Platinum had soon started to mollycoddle Clover’s shaft playfully, using but a few of her own fingers to go tickle his moist tip gently while firmly aware of its delicate surface area; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her sheath at once, savoring the very achromatic fluid which had recently escaped afore himself from not too long ago with it. The plump princess had currently swayed her waistline reactively in a rather steady pattern, already bouncing around lightly for at least several times and mewing quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage, mindful of the amorphous advisor still lapping at her flushed flowerbed with no complaints whatsoever despite the somewhat restrictive airspace in between movements. It wasn’t long before Platinum had decided to do the same to Clover’s yard, her hot and heavy lips now stimulating, pumping, and licking its unyielding form as it’d hardened before her eyes, causing its owner to start moving more sharply inside her moistly velvet underground loins before placing his hands onto her rippling thighs gently nearby the other more narrow crevice. Feeling the amorphous advisor’s dexterity running up and down the plump princess’ body firmly but soothingly had brought her even more arousal as she’d suddenly grabbed him at the spherical baseline so literally, leaving him jolted from the piercing yet harmless vicegrip therein with more salivation crawling from her lips before relaxing as they’d continued at a steady pace altogether. Because Clover’s tongue was already intertwined with Platinum’s sheath and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their lips and tongues bringing utter pleasure to one another already as they were determined to hold onto themselves, even knowing what would finally arrive should both unicorns progress on with their pleasures. Needless to say, it was only but a matter of time, a cold hard fact in which they’d both remained well aware of together no less: with their tongues and mouths now transferring much of the generally stimulating pleasure, it would’ve been so momentarily; however, the plump princess had stopped herself all of the sudden, breaking away from the amorphous advisor’s shaft at once.

Platinum stood up on her knees again to turn around, finally facing Clover again so he can see more of her body from before; even whilst still retaining her position over him, he’d asked her, “your highness, why didst thou cease: didst I wrong thee somehow; canst thy kindly speak to me…?”

“Clover, dost thou have to speaketh to thy princess in such an apologetic dialect…?” the plump princess had sniggered, sitting upon the amorphous advisor’s bosom delicately with an impish smirk, “I didst saith that we should pleasure ourselves together tonight; I’d never saith that I want thee to cometh inside me so soon, especially at the first phase. As far as I see it, mine maidenhood is to be rendered nonexistent the second mine husband–to–be breaches it with his prick on wedding night; that being said, thine tongue will do for the time being, especially considering how it hast swirled mine insides with such excursion. The times I’d fondled myself, be if in mine slumber or a private bath, already left me yearning for such a meaningful stallion to hold me tenderly like all the other wives within and beyond Equestria; thine initial performance so far hast given me such a promising outlook regarding courtship and consummation with the likes of thee especially. Surely, ‘tis safe to say that mine father would welcome letting me take thee as mine husband since he and Starswirl trust thee so much; after all, we have so much in common, especially at the surface level of things…”

“Princess…” peeped Clover before being smothered in between Platinum’s thighs with little warning whatsoever as she was still hot and humid, heaving about before finding the time to guide her fingers behind the ebony devilish stays until she’d felt some strings touching them; afterwards, their owner’s horn glowed again, this time illuminating her back instantaneously.

It wasn’t even long until the plump princess found herself freed from the final article of clothing firmly around her abdomen, more flesh appearing from the sides as she guided her right hand over upon the amorphous advisor’s brunet mane with a sensuous sigh escaping her lips at once, “please just keep drinking from my nectar, Clove… I like thine tongue already…”

Despite Platinum’s weight currently concentrated whereupon Clover’s bust, he’d kept at it to her content, still lapping at the leaking flowerbed next to his lips whilst she’d maintained balance. The ends of the plump princess’ cleavage stood on endwise from the chilled oxygen present and accounted for, the memories in which she and the amorphous advisor stuck in the past as before. Platinum spreaded her legs wide away from Clover’s face and neckline so as to provide him more room and levity while still refusing to release him from those thunderously thick thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the amorphous advisor still remained at ease with the very contents of the plump princess’ loins. Several fingers now found their way onto Platinum’s nubbins, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes of Clover’s tongue having been made underneath the sheath. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: the plump princess looking down at the amorphous advisor’s face once more with a blushing grin. Within a matter of moments, Platinum’s mews and squeals increased from Clover’s actions as she was slowly losing control of herself, leaving him at the mercy of her compromising structure. Although the plump princess remembered more than well enough to preserve the amorphous advisor’s airtime, even she knew it was a matter of time before such a lust would overwhelm her. In any case, Clover took his time to explore every nook and cranny within Platinum’s flowerbed, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time thereof.

“Mm…” the amorphous advisor’s gulped as the plump princess shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between themselves being the very thing staving off the wintry weather which had still snuck inward, “princess…”

“AHN~!” Platinum cried out before toppling away from Clover’s soaking mane and muzzle, rest her head onto a pillow nearby his hooves as she’d glanced as the pulsating yard still attached to himself with all the cold dryness entailing.

As the plump princess looked at the dark ceiling above themselves, she was feeling herself perspiring about all throughout, especially from the leaking loins where the amorphous advisor had been lapping earlier; with him now freed from her grip, he’d gasped for air before speaking to the former, “your highness, art thou still well…?”

“Mm–hmm, verily; please taketh over from hereon, my dear Clove: my quim needs to be cleaned away…” Platinum whinnied about, tilting her head at an angle to face Clover once more despite being supine this time, “just remember to keepeth thy prick from mine maidenhead; I want this to be our little secret for the time being ‘til then…”

“Yes, your highness…” the amorphous advisor complied, crawling about again to get his hooves faraway from the plump princess’ eyes so as to better accommodate himself with her wet sheath.

Clover had bent down on his very knees upon the flooring, placing himself back onto Platinum’s flowing flowerbed as his tongue slipped out back into her once more. It wasn’t long until the amorphous advisor started lapping at the plump princess’ loins, feeling them being stretched by his hands now resting onto her afflicted area. Platinum had moaned slowly but loudly yet again as Clover ran his tongue around the widening gaskins centimeters away from reaching the fundament underneath it. Hereon, the amorphous advisor barely helped himself but drooled every time his pink tongue slid in and out of the plump princess repetitively with occasional descent. Either way, Platinum gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment Clover’s tongue licked further deeper within the sheath. Reactively, the sheer coldness had caused a clear fluid to squirt all out from the plump princess and evenly onto the amorphous advisor’s warm taste buds instantly.

Soon, Clover rolled Platinum in place, laying her on the stomach as the rippling back and thighs from before now show a smile from cheek to cheek, giving him an uneasy yet arousing thought. The amorphous advisor slowly and gently stroked, massaged, and even rubbed the plump princess’ flanks a few times with his hands before outstretching two fingers and jutted in them. Platinum yelped as she felt tingles throughout her bared body, shutting both her eyes tightly and suppressing her quiet moans in reaction only to then reopened them as she’d soon looked back. As Clover had still held onto his target’s thunderously thick thighs firmly in his hands where his fingertips were forced inside of her, proceeding to run around and within thoroughly so to speak. Aware of this, the amorphous advisor still held his hands leisurely arousing the plump princess; like her flowerbed, the fundament was also tight and narrow yet she’d felt more pleasure no less. Soon, Platinum felt her own patience wearing thin with so much moaning supplanted with boredom as Clover retracted them with his fingertips all clean aside from a mildly faint smell.

With the amorphous advisor’s prepuce still in full form, the plump princess had growled irritably, “doeth… something…!”

Heeding Platinum’s words, Clover still held his hands onto her croup, stretching them wide prior to forwarding his tongue so he could stick it inside them at once. Soon, the amorphous advisor had found his own tongue licking with in the plump princess’ flanks whereas she’d clutched onto her pillow very tightly with a moan. Just when Platinum thought the world had felt so cold, it was the dribble from Clover’s tongue surpassing the very ice and snow to the point of being even more. The plump princess attempted to reach down to one of her bosoms and started to furbish them rhythmically as the amorphous advisor began permeating within. With Clover slurping and licking, his salivation was dripping into Platinum down throughout the abyssal fundament as warmth now enveloped him in those folds. As the plump yet petite princess felt it all inside her croup altogether, a series of climatic moans even louder than before had encouraged the amorphous advisor. Clover licked deeper inside Platinum’s flanks, ignoring its dormant yet primary purpose whilst the saliva from him watered the hidden chrysanthemum therein. Once an appetizer from the past, the amorphous advisor filled both contents with his salivation inside, leaving the plump princess panting and moaning about.

It wasn’t long until Clover stood upon the sheets again, aligning his shaft directly over Platinum’s fundament before plunging it through slowly yet progressively; this made her smile return albeit more adventurous than before now that he’d slowly rubbed against the steely coat.

Wavering around and increased in luxurious synchronicity, some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from the plump princess’ lips once more with the added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness as more jolts travel up her spine from their growing friction. Even the amorphous advisor could barely help doing the same every time his thrusting yard punctured throughout the croup underneath his body, causing Platinum to wriggle forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in response to his efforts as she found the focus to arise a bit more.

“Hah…!” Clover caught his own breath just in time, stopping to watch the plump princess up right in front of him now getting onto her knees with concern, “forgive me, but it seems that I can’t risk continuing even further at this rate…”

“’Tis fair, I just needed some room for myself polish up my pearl whilst thou wert at it; thou canst carry on and resume anyway; thou hast earned the right to cometh inside me anyway…” Platinum answered as she’d gently placed her left hand over the ever soaking loins still betwixt the legs therein.

Still grasping onto the plump princess tightly, the amorphous advisor moved his right hand to grab her adjacent elbow while his other hand groped the wet bust when the prepuce moved in. The resumption of movement, although slow like before had started gaining some momentum as Platinum soon used her left hand to go in between the legs and start wiping her sheath slowly. They couldn’t even help themselves but to love every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness; after all, their coats rubbing off each other created enough heat against the cold. Despite the hot and heavy atmosphere where the tradewinds beyond provided little relief, the two unicorns were still in a touching grip even as their sweat already poured throughout one another. Of the duo moaning more loudly than ever, the plump princess now pushed two of her fingers inside her flowerbed while Clover used his left hand to chafe her cleavage smoothly with pinch. With their continuous efforts getting to another highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner, for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment. Platinum couldn’t even take it any longer as she’d yelled out at the peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the loins and onto the left hand in full force to her delight. On a similar note, the amorphous advisor’s took one last plunge into the plump princess’ flanks and bursted with relief, finally filling them with his extract before subsiding alongside her too.

Taking in yet another deep breath, Clover watched as darkness swirled around him before turning to face Platinum once more with and for relief, speaking softly to her, “wert I well, dear princess…?”

“Just for tonight, call me Platinum; thy actions alone wert more than enough to earnst such formality: after all, I canst see wherefore exactly he’d chosen thee…” the plump princess panted playfully, placing the amorphous advisor at ease prior to patting his mane, “even without a feminine breastplate, thou wouldst make a fine husband one day; just needs to be patient, ‘tis all. Screw courage to the sticking place and even the most androgynous of ponies willst find a soulmate of their own…”

After another minute or so, Clover had turned his head over aside to find the darkness more welcoming than ever before; needless to say, they were both happy to have spent time together with one another here of all place for such reasons. Much of it was self–explanatory and evident to a fault based on the living bodies of evidence: both shared the same bed rather than returning to their, apathetic to their coating therein; after all, they were most accepting of the turn of such events. With both unicorns slowly but surely straightaway snuggling in the soaking sweat, slavering saliva, and secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, they’d now softly sunken into the soothing sensations of slumbering stagnation soon.