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'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Samoa and Trefoil belonging to Art–Anon as well as Tails belonging to Smudge Proof, Morty himself is based on, you guessed it, Morty Smith from Rick and Morty; of course, this was bound to happen since I couldn't resist.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the fourth chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Velvet Copper

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few, one single shamrock stallion was found to be standing up about right underneath the steamy rainstorm all roundabout the way, his eyes and tresses in various shades of the same color, especially given the fact the latter had clashed in between opalescence and aquamarine. For what it was worth, his lack of an attire had showed off a lightweight body standing against the small streams of water falling onto himself; slathered right upon the flanks were a small bale of turtles swimming stagnantly together in a finite sea of emerald splash making up the form.

“I don’t even want to know what was inside those pills, let alone why they’ve made them at all…” said the shamrock stallion struggling to stay still.

He was soon overwrought with terrifying resolve as the tinted visage, once red like roses, shifted to a pale green as visions betrayed him at once: dizzying about, he’d begun to see many shades of olive as well as the lights shining about were swirling about to no end in sight, circular like wheels but lacking in direction whatsoever. In spite of the changing courses, the shamrock stallion still maintained some control to go search for an open stall so speedily, prepping himself to let loose an assortment of lukewarm hues from his angular maw as a chunky salsa now splattered about into the metallic bowl where some water had resided to absorb it all instantaneously. Coughing about, he’d soon felt relief returning despite bearing witness to the sight of his own nausea, quickly pushing down on the steely lever as the current within the fixture had roared to life, pulling the wastewater down into the tunneling with a hissing gurgle before clearer water refilled itself like if nothing had happened.

Stumbling out of the latrine, the shamrock stallion’s ears caught the attention of a wayward voice nearby as some words went into them at once, “hng… Zephyr…”

“Relax yourself, Barley; it’ll all be over soon enough…” another masculine yet older voice escaped too, catching the corporeal listener off–guard almost immediately, “besides, our friends from the roller derby are still waiting for us anyway; besides, they’re not the only ones invited in this factory capable of swinging both ways…”

“Are they talking about the Ponyville Plunderers…?” the shamrock stallion said under his breath as two individuals remained hidden away from his line of eyesight grunted and panted quietly so to speak of.

Needless to say, both Barley and Zephyr were alone in their passions, unseen by the likes of their peers, male or female so to speak of; although the corporeal listener didn’t attempt to investigate, the message was clear all the same no less. Either way, the shamrock stallion was treated to the sounds of suppressed grunts from the other two, tensions balanced yet based on the careful observations from the younger counterpart, the latter was heaving and hissing reluctantly. The fact they were all by themselves was but of no surprise for the corporeal listener yet the real watershed moment had been the sudden discovery in which Barley and Zephyr were there in the area as the lone leftover presently at ease. Whatever it was the twosome were doing was hardly even a mystery for the shamrock stallion to solve, not that he was interested in sticking around to hear its logical conclusion become attained by the likes of them altogether so to speak. Of course, not even suddenly maintaining any distance between the corporeal listener and the clandestine performance made by the likes of Barley and Zephyr could make the noises go away, despite the pitter–patter from precipitations. Regaining composure and focus, the shamrock stallion had still sauntered off so as to avoid becoming part of concupiscence his solitary peers were engaged in with each other since they’d kept at it with one another without a care. Kiloliters of water from any point in time could do little to wash away the careless observations made by the likes of the corporeal listener, despite being cleaned enough to leave all the same nevertheless considering what’s been done. Simply put, the shamrock stallion had other things to concentrate on, despite the recent stardust memories circling down the drain after they’ve been tossing and turning within himself earlier no less; either way, he was up and running.

It wasn’t long until he’d inadvertently bumped into another corporeal individual like himself by accident, earning a peep from the latter, “oof…!”

“Sorry, I didn’t watch where I was going…!” the shamrock stallion stuttered, seeing his similar compeer lying on the cold, wet ground, weakened and vulnerable, “are you okay; do you need any help: should I go get your friends…?”

“Not at all, Sandbar; I was surprised to find you right here and now of all places…” the other inhabitant had replied calmly, calling out the primordial observer’s name almost instantaneously.

Immediately, the single shamrock stallion was found to be lay his jaded orbs onto the similar compeer’s form: another silver pegasus with tresses reminiscent of Thunderlane’s mane, except they were more rough and ragged in a lighter shade than even their own integuments combined. Like Sandbar, the steely flier was also in the altogether with some cold eyes except the latter had bore starry sapphires, muscles, and a set of freckles; slathered right upon the flanks were a small set of tools intersecting one another: a slender chisel against a big hammer had reflected about.

It didn’t take long for the shamrock stallion in speaking to the silver pegasus straightaway, “same here: even Petunia was amazed to be here as well; is this your first time too…?”

“Yes, it is and so is my plus one, though to be honest, it’s more of the other way around; Yona told me of the invite she’d gotten about a month ago…” Sandbar answered the steely flier whom found the time to rise back up to the hooves gently, “we heard of some rumors about it from some of our classmates back at the school a year earlier; we never imagined they’d be even real. I heard much about how the Crusaders went to both parties a year ago: the first one at Rosemound exactly a year ago and the previous at Vanhoover back in the summer; it does explain all the things happening between themselves and their friends from the old school, especially considering how they were able to afford all of this. Now that I think about it, this would explain the envelope that I’d gotten back in May: the colors on there reminded me of Aurora Muffin’s mane and tail; coincidentally, I heard she was invited to the last party along with over a couple dozen ponies, including some of Apple Bloom’s cousins, especially one she’d dated. I thought about going myself but I didn’t have any money to go at all, let alone the family; ironically, the invite ended up in another pony’s possession, one I’d almost never expected it to be: Rainbow Harmony, the first and last friend of Cozy Glow herself.”

“Herself: you mean to tell me that out of all the ponies invited to the party in Vanhoover, she’d ended up going instead of you; but why…?” the silver pegasus had exclaimed all of the sudden, caught off–guard by the shamrock stallion’s explanation.

Sandbar looked away in shame and continued onward, “it’s a long story, one that we all know of far too well and with good reason based on what I’d just said; nevertheless, I’ll keep it short anyway: even though we’d thought the mess was over with the first time, there was still the matter of trying to pick up the pieces and mend whatever wounds had been inflicted.”

“What wounds…?” the steely flier had inquired as a squeamish moan just shot into the moistened atmosphere instantaneously for both bystanders to hear, “I thought no one was hurt on the surface since…”

“Oh, there were plenty, especially considering how many she’d misled and betrayed, but none were more hurt than Rainbow Harmony herself; even though we tried to make feel at home in the School of Friendship, she still has nightmares about how ponies had reacted nevertheless…” the shamrock stallion stated so simplistically.

The silver pegasus replied to Sandbar reluctantly, “I see then: I know that Petunia and Flutterbye were talking about it with her earlier; yet, I didn’t stick around long enough to listen to the whole thing…”

“I wouldn’t have any right in blaming you either way; it wouldn’t make sense for me to just go on and abandon my friends after conquering our fears…” the shamrock stallion sighed, swiping the sweat off of himself before walking past the steely flier without touching the latter this time, “besides, let’s leave; they may as well be waiting for us anyway…”

“Understood, though I’m sure that they’re still busy with other mares in the meantime; I’ve just made a shocking calculation: a third of us are male…” the silver pegasus gulped as he’d turned to follow Sandbar right away this instant, leaving the sight and sounds of running water behind themselves at once.

As such, another wondrous environment was found almost immediately with its white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants like the others. Still, the room also possessed its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies in clear and present attendance all the same. Ultimately, the very occupants’ manes and tails were colored in chocolate in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone had remained inside at this passing moment. Now, like before, while a vast majority of them within the room were already in the altogether, many mares were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their very own integuments all through the way. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care about the whole wide world whatsoever. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys had played about acutely from the phonograph, already mixed together within the warm atmosphere in bearing such wonder and whimsy from the summertime. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of a proper summary altogether; of course, such variations were needed for much completion as far as they were all concerned.

Of the few scores of tenants found in the area, there were at least a trio of brunettes alike in fair dignity at first glance by virtue of being in the altogether; nevertheless, there were some significant differences they had, something that many like themselves would care less about to say in the very least. The first was a scarlet mare with eyes matching much of her tresses despite a streak of whiteness running down directly in the middle: since she was currently donning a literal blue collar around the neckline, her petite form also allowed her limber toned flanks to bear a big red heart with two snow white wings. Next to the highlighted brunette was a lanky griffin with copper feathers and a faint vermilion fur as well as a beak and talons dipped in brilliant gold: seeing she’d only wore a jet–black collar, nothing stopped anyone from bearing witness to her middleweight form as far as her mulberry eyes were aware of. Lastly, but not least, was a bulky yak standing tall and proud with a fullest form as two braids of her hair circled around the ears with baby blue barrettes: other than a rubicund collar as well as golden bracelets and anklets, she was in the naked now despite the abundance of fur clothing her as jaded orbs see it.

Out of the brunettes in close proximity, the scarlet mare was talking to the big bystander with some skipped heartbeats to and fro, “it’s kind of amazing… to be talking to… one of the heroes… whom saved the world… let alone a yak…”

“Name Yona… first time be here as well; Sandbar think of try party out: not expect so many ponies here, let alone mares…” the titular tenant had introduced herself to the highlighted brunette almost instantaneously so to speak of, “what bring red pony here as well; invite too…?”

“Yes and to be honest, I was invited to a similar party last year in Rosemound with some friends of mine, Snips and Snails; ironically, they had mares of their own to share their love with…” the scarlet mare answered the bulky yak with a sad sigh.

It didn’t take long for the lonely flier to jump into the conversation as well, “at least I know what it feels likes to be in your shoes: it’s Graff’s first time coming to the party as well as mine; by the way, my name is Gail and we’re from Griffonstone…”

“I’m Tails and I’m from Equestria; of course, you both know that already…” the highlighted brunette had replied with a hint of confidence within her tone being discovered, “what you didn’t know is that I was kind of nervous the first time I’d been invited: even though I’d spent my time around Snips and Snails since we were young, we’d never consummated with each other at all. I guess it’s because I’ve spent my life around tending to helping animals like my pet dog, Ballista: we were like family together and I couldn’t stand to live another day knowing what will happen to him; after all, I almost lost him when I was young and I can’t bear to be around him at his age. Perhaps, this summed up my entire motivation for being there in the first place: as far as I’d known, I’d never thought it was going to be a sleepover for the weekend, let alone one so erotic; as a matter of fact, I didn’t imagine what kind of lovers my friends would end up with, much less their tastes overall. Seeing all these other mares in the nude left me uncomfortable with myself, especially with how there were so many of them; the fact that we’d outnumbered them by roughly two–to–one shocked me the first time but the real surprise was their tastes: I can recall how they had no problem experimenting or having sex with other mares, with or without a stallion watching them. As a matter of fact, I could recall seeing an entire of Filly Guides at that party last year having no problem with indulging themselves: Berry, Dulce, and Savannah are bisexuals; Do–Si–Do and Tag–A–Long pegged their stallions; and Samoa and Trefoil are transgender.”

“White pony encourage such deviancy and yak think changeling queen bad…” Yona had interjected suddenly.

Tails turned to face the bulky yak and spoke, “she is and believe me, she’s more selfish compared to Smudge Proof as far as I’ve heard of things about her…”

Notably, all three brunettes were now focused in at two other ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, residing near one corner of the room where the windows displayed the snowstorm. The twosome had possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, a pair of cool colored shade circling around their pupils, and an amorous demeanor donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that the trio had taken notice of nevertheless, aside from their heated sweating bodies which had displayed their own contrasting chests all throughout.

Speaking of which though, the eyewitnesses were already able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time based on the acute redness upon their visages. For starters, the stallion residing on top was a peachy pegasus whereas the other equine residing underneath was but a creamy mare, lacking both wings and horn. Secondment, the former was a brunet, wearing his small mane all straightened and rounded into a circle whereas the latter, a ginger, possessed two different shades. Thirdly, the peachy pegasus had worn some sundials on both of his flanks while the creamy mare donned on some stencils of an equine’s monochromatic silhouette. Out of the two in heat, the brunet bore eyes of baby blue taking aim at the loins above himself while the small ginger had jaded orbs focused onto his prepuce. The peachy pegasus was sharing the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do but the creamy mare had a vast and petite bosoms rivaling the likes of her dark counterpart. Another crucially important detail sitting the very ginger apart from both the brunet and mustard mare was a ruby red collar donned right around her very neckline.

Seeing their very bodies mutually inverted towards each other was one thing in the beady eyes of the scarlet mare, a scene no different from what many inhabitants like themselves were doing; for both Gail and Yona in particular, they’d wasted no time in observing the creamy mare lapping at the peachy pegasus’ shaft reluctantly as the active participant’s tongue broken away.

The copper griffon turned to the bulky yak and said, “so I noticed that you’ve gotten a coltfriend instead of a yak for a boyfriend to come to the party; anything that had inspired your willingness to arrive here this time…?”

“Sandbar tell me…” Yona had started to answer Gail almost instantaneously so to speak of, both brunettes facing each other rather than watch the other ponies nearby, “Sandbar speak of receive invite seven months to party in Vanhoover; give away to pink pegasus with rainbow tresses as apology for other pink pegasus’ treachery towards her and rest of Equestria as well as allies. Yak think years afterwards should be enough to let what happen between pegasi to let things be; after all, even Yona learn difference between her and rest of her kind, much like how Prince Rutherford differentiate year before enrollment so to speak of. What say, brown griffon…?”

“Curiosity: much like how we ended in up in the School of Friendship, we couldn’t resist wondering what it is that ponies have been talking about about a month ago the minute we’d gotten our invitations; apparently, the invites said we can bring one guest each so to speak…” the copper griffon said to the bulky yak without fear.

Tails jumped back into the dialogue anyway, “same as well with last year, though Smudge Proof honestly thought of me having a threesome with Snips and Snails; if only if they’d remembered at all…”

“Sounds like ponies remember far too much about who wend with who…” Yona huffed as she’d witnessed the scarlet mare trotting over to the other part of the area slowly, “what red pony do now…?”

“I’m gonna go get some food; you want any…?” Tails had answered instantaneously, already pointing to the food resting on one of the tables on the adjacent region as they’d lain on a cloth sequestered from themselves.

It didn’t take long for the bulky yak to say to the scarlet mare at once, “cupcakes, Sandbar might as well like some too…”

In any case, Featherweight had found himself sitting in a scarlet chair whilst Zippoorwhill was kneeling at his waistline with some rope tied around her wings, both of whom faraway from Yona and Gail themselves. Surely enough, the bespectacled blonde was now using her right hand to knead the shaft around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the creamy brunet felt it springing on upward to her muzzle in little time therein. It didn’t take long until Zippoorwhill’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around Featherweight’s yard, her warm salivation making him smile big as she’d lapped away with reckless abandonment. Sitting uprightly, all that the creamy brunet could do was rest one of his hands onto the bespectacled blonde’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movement she would make prior to pressing onwardly. Even though Featherweight was silent, Zippoorwhill had taken such great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would soon erupt from his very prepuce whether inside or outside of her deep throat so to speak of. Slowly but surely, the creamy brunet lent back by a bit further to give the bespectacled blonde more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him downwardly onto the floor at a certain angling overall. Featherweight could barely helped him but coo and moan, already feeling Zippoorwhill’s tongue running across his shaft as both hands were currently holding onto the base of her head whilst slurping about–face gently. Within due time, the bespectacled blonde had driveled onto the creamy brunet’s yard for some significant time ‘til her very mouth became filled to the brim with such flavor, swallowing before breaking away without care.

“Mmm…” Zippoorwhill cooed, catching what was left on her lips as a result of the biochemical solution’s trail to swallow it all down before breaking away from Featherweight as he’d become lost in a daze, “you tastes so good; it reminds me of the s’mores we’d made on our camping trip long ago when we were young…”

“Is that so…?” the creamy brunet sighed, slowly finding the time to recover as the bespectacled blonde brought herself to meet his gaze.

Needless to say, Zippoorwhill laughed at him before stealing a kiss from Featherweight without any warning or worry whatsoever so to speak. Initially, the creamy brunet was speedily being assaulted with the recent stardust memory of the bespectacled blonde’s deed as she locked lips. Despite the conflicting tastes, they’d started to wrap around each other lightly and gently with their arms, burning bright a rose tinted shade. The pegasi’s eyes were closed when the kiss they shared began to grow stronger, already trading one another’s flavors carelessly all the while. The libidinous pair grew more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed, their tongues finally slipping about in the process. Although the two were swept up in such an overwhelming ecstasy, Featherweight remembered to maintain self–control in spite of Zippoorwhill.

It wasn’t long until the bespectacled blonde felt the creamy brunet stop himself, prompting her to ask immediately, “had enough, master: please to find that my hot lips had done your cock so well…?”

“Mm–hmm…” Featherweight timidly answered Zippoorwhill, watching as she took a stand to start twirling around and show off her moist form at every radian possible for him to see clearly, “what are you doing now…?”

“Just a little late–night show before we go to bed together, master; it’s already a shame that all good things must come to an end sometime soon and this is no different: even a little foreplay from earlier was to prepare for the inevitable crash our bodies will feel before the night’s end…” the bespectacled blonde had answered the creamy brunet after stopping to face him with a smirk.

Featherweight watched Zippoorwhill moved her right hand down into the sheath again, this time stretching its dry good folds a bit for him to see clearly as he’d spoken, “do you really want to do this again: last time I was this close to rubbing one out on you; what makes you think being in another area should change a thing…?”

“Simple: let’s be a little honest with ourselves here; ever since Gabby Gums, you couldn’t resist prying into other ponies lives…” the bespectacled blonde squealed as she’d used her other hand to chafe her bust smoothly again, much like before albeit standing, “you and your former boss, Diamond Tiara felt desperate for stories when they’d went off searching for their cutie marks. For all that we’d known, you may as well have acquired some treasures of your own as their very own schoolhouse photographer: discovering secrets, uncovering lies, updating statistics, all within Ponyville and beyond at a young age no less unlike them; none of us had ever expected how far would you even go for a hot scoop, let alone go after Princess Celestia of all ponies. Why, you’re practically fit to be a spy, ready to fight for the Crown and Country at this ripe young age, master Featherweight: it’s a shame that you were too young back then, but young enough to escape whatever it was that she would’ve thrown at you then; of course, you’re still loyal to us and them anyway, a step up from all the others who’d tried to take over our land.”

“Don’t ever compare me to them, you dirty little pegaslut; I’m no usurper, you know, especially not Cozy Glow…!” the creamy brunet had barked as his moisten prepuce was still up and at it, despite what had been done to himself long ago.

Nevertheless, they were rife with such great passions at the sight of one another, enough for the two pegasi to feel their visages becoming flushed with the crimson shades at once yet again. Anyways, Zippoorwhill was about to reach another one of her collective highpoint surely enough soon, especially considering how she was having a great time with Featherweight for company. Restraints weakening once more with feeling, the bespectacled blonde couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as her extremities became moistened with the solutions within herself. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of the creamy brunet, such happiness was being made known, especially since he’d watched Zippoorwhill collapse back onto his very lap.

Feeling the shaft enter the bespectacled blonde’s plications at once, she’d moaned hoarsely, “fuck me, master: please wreck my dirty little pussy until I can no longer walk…!”

“Are you sure that you really want that from me, Zippo…?” Featherweight gladly hissed into Zippoorwhill’s ears after feeling her fluids leak over his yard, “last year, your cunt couldn’t take my dickings for two whole minutes, much less all night; what makes you think this year will be different for any of us…?”

“Training… while you were out making a name for yourself with these pictures, I’ve been shoving some toys into my twat: big ones, small ones, rough ones, smooth ones, ones that reminded me of that purple dragon – each had a certain quality to them…” the bespectacled blonde answered the creamy brunet as she’d aligned her loins with his prepuce instantaneously.

Featherweight burned brighter than ever as Zippoorwhill stole a kiss from him in the process, bringing cause to ask her instantaneously so to speak of, “did you do it alone or with somepony else…?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss such things with you on the record; that wouldn’t be much of a secret anyway, even amongst us…” the bespectacled blonde had sniggered, pushing her muzzle away from the creamy brunet without a care in the whole world, “now then… prepare yourself, master…!”

Surely enough, Zippoorwhill had quickly seized this very golden opportunity at once, using the very lightweight body to bounce herself directly over Featherweight’s body almost immediately. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for the bespectacled blonde’s sheath to be firmly aligned with the creamy brunet’s shaft, giving a small, passionate yet heavy breath from her very mouth. Featherweight had started resting his very hands onto Zippoorwhill’s flanks, slowly burying his muzzle into her vast and petite cleavage as he’d started running his tongue around the nubbins. The bespectacled blonde didn’t care about the creamy brunet currently sapping away her bosoms without warning again, already feeling his yard directly inside her calibrating their movements. In the midst of the very ordeal, Zippoorwhill had slowly wrapped her arms around the back of Featherweight’s neck in an attempt to keep him closer as they traded momentum with each other. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two pegasi moaned. Gearing up for another expulsion from the creamy brunet’s prepuce in the bespectacled blonde with each intensity of the pulp friction, she’d gave off a resoundingly happy moan amid weights. Soon, Featherweight had began shooting direct in the path of Zippoorwhill’s plications, causing herself to burst with delight as she lowered both hands down to his back and hugged him tightly.

“Oh, Zippoorwhill…” the creamy brunet had called out the bespectacled blonde’s name weakly, returning the gentle gesture as they’d rested together.

Needless to say, Zippoorwhill had discovered the strength within herself to go and whisper into Featherweight’s ears, “so then, how long… did I last now… sir Featherweight… did I do good…?”

“Just five minutes…” the creamy brunet answered zestfully, stroking the bespectacled blonde’s mane and ear with decrepitude in his hand, “even I’ll just… admit you’d done… much better than… last year, Zippo… of course, my cock… had been drained by… you blowing me… much earlier…”

“Do you suppose… that you can try… my slutty butt… later on, sir…?” Zippoorwhill gasped for air as she’d struggled to face Featherweight.

Instantaneously, the bespectacled blonde received her answer from the creamy brunet at once, “I don’t even… see why the Tart… not at all there… after all, Morty’s… having some fun… taking her from… behind either…”

“Mmm… that’s right, Morty… stick it to me… I’m all yours now…!” the creamy mare cried out blissfully as she was now resting in an obtuse angling with her back facing the eponymous stallion underneath herself, “this Filly Guide’s… about to burst…!”

The light ginger already took the peachy pegasus’ yard inside of her croup as his hands gripped upon her very abdomen, sliding them up to the former’s shoulders to provide structural integrity. Soon, the movement started slow before gaining some momentum as Morty rose up to meet the creamy mare firmly with the tips of his fingers suddenly nearing her umbilicus already like so. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did the light ginger started feeling her bust becoming affected by the peachy pegasus’ right hand as the slippery surface of pith and substance sweated. Now, the creamy mare cerebrated aloud with her mind about how she’d wanted to reach down into her saturated loins to gain some more pleasure; of course, Morty used his left hand to do so. Alongside with the burning sensation upon their faces, the light ginger was moaning the loudest since her waistline was being occupied at both ends by the peachy pegasus at the very same time. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as Morty still bounced against the creamy mare’s flanks with growing determination as she still felt his hands over her. In a matter of moments, the peachy pegasus spurted directly into the light ginger once more with feeling, this time into her haunches as she finally collapsed back onto him, panting and moaning.

“So, Tag–A–Long… I can’t believe… we’re here again… just together… in Trottingham…” Morty heaved, already looking at the same ceiling the aforementioned inhabitant had stared at with lust in her eyes.

Panting about, the creamy ginger sighed, “I know, my love… did I ever… tell you this used… to be my home… away from home…? I know for a… fact I wasn’t… born inside of… Equestria… much less near here… yet I always… felt safe here too… especially… with you by me… It feels like there’s… magic at work… this time of year… with all of these… being made here… did you ever… wonder what goes… on in there since… you were a colt…? I felt so glad… eating some sweets… back then as well… all these flavors… and by taste too… first vanilla… some chocolate… then caramel… strawberry… even the mints… of course, I was… not alone in… sharing such tastes…”

“I know that, I… just want to be… with you right now… Tag–A–Long…” the peachy pegasus panted, plainly placating the titular tenant above himself patiently all the while, “we’ve barely had… anytime to… ourselves ever… since Do–Re–Mi… was born prior… even though that… she’s been quiet… I know for a… fact that grandpa’s… can’t hold himself… any longer…”

“And Pop Tart’s just… a wee baby… Berry and Dulce… were more than glad… to take them off… our hands for now… last time, Pinkie… watched Do–Re–Mi… on our terms… and even then… she has a life… of her own to… go attend to… even without… her own friendships…” the creamy ginger had sighed, now facing Morty straightaway with a smirk over her very visage.

Caressing Tag–A–Long’s cheekbone, it didn’t take long for her to steal a kiss from the peachy pegasus almost immediately, leaving them lost in the moment as they’d faced each other already; while such an action is nothing unique whatsoever for any and all potential eyewitnesses thereof, they were nonetheless beneath notice, wrapping their hands around themselves gently at once.

Just when it would’ve seem like their concupiscence would take them even farther from home and abroad, a stray voice had escaped into their ears, catching the amorous twosome off–guard, “pardon me but I’d never thought I’d see his putrid peepers on a face like that again…!”

“Trefoil?!” Morty shrieked, breaking away from the osculation he and the creamy ginger had been engaged in, “what a pleasant surprise to see you again…”

“Cut the formalities; I’m not out to get you now, at least not at this time of year…” the eponymous shadow’s had owner replied to the peachy pegasus.

It didn’t take long for both Morty and Tag–A–Long to face a minty unicorn standing adjacently from where they’d resided about: at first, they would’ve at least possessed a resemblance to the shamrock stallion seeing the very same coolness in their eyes and tresses; of course, the only difference besides them was the fact the corporeal observer was feminine despite petite cleavage. For what it was worth, Trefoil’s near lacking of an attire had showed off her lightweight body high and dry with but a trio of curved arrows trailing about slathered right upon the very flanks; nevertheless, a red collar was also found around her neckline, the same color the creamy ginger still wore, as well as a blue tumescent item with straps already latched onto the former’s thighs.

The peachy pegasus already ignored the artificial protuberance firmly held in by the minty unicorn’s sheath as Tag–A–Long talked, “so how does it feels now that you’ve found Tails at the party again…?”

“Better than ever: the little pony has been gaining some confidence in herself since last time we’d met; it’s a shame she wasn’t invite the last party back at Vanhoover…” Trefoil answered almost instantaneously to the creamy ginger while ignoring Morty at once, “although I couldn’t blame you two, Rumble, or our fellow Guides like Dulce and Do–Si–Do either so to speak of…”

“Speaking of which, I wasn’t expecting to be invited again ever since last year: I was afraid my flank hole couldn’t take it any longer with Tag–A–Long calling the shots; I’m just glad she wouldn’t have let it happen this time tonight…” the peachy pegasus had struggled to speak to the minty unicorn all the while, something she and the aforementioned mare had taken note of.

Needless to say, Trefoil’s straitlaced composed warped into a wicked grin as she’d spoken, “just be thankful that she wouldn’t: after what you did back then, it’s what you would’ve deserved, though some stallions are more–or–less like Lickety now that I think about it; I heard from Do–Si–Do about how she was growing to like him giving her some backdoor action since last year.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Morty screeched with little warning whatsoever, catching both mares next to him by surprise but leaving everyone else alone and unaffected nevertheless, “as far as I knew, I wasn’t expecting one of the elevators to suddenly break down later on that night, let alone run into you and Savannah…”

“Don’t pin this on sheer maintenance error at all; you had plenty of time to leave us be when the door was open, let alone a choice not to investigate it overall: Savannah almost died of embarrassment ‘cause of you…!” the minty unicorn had snapped back at the peachy pegasus in return.

Seeing the crimson painted onto both Trefoil and Morty prompted the creamy ginger to intercede immediately in an instant, “please relax for awhile: we’re at a party so the least we can do is have some fun here; besides, don’t you have Tails to share the fun with…?”

“She’s with the others, Gail and Yona, eating cupcakes: Tails’ still sore after what I’d gone and done to her a half–hour ago…” the minty unicorn replied, quickly pointing to the titular brunettes residing nearby the table with the foodstuffs in question.

As far as Tag–A–Long could plainly see, the scarlet mare as well as the lanky griffon and bulky yak were still left alone, likewise with herself and the ponies directly nearby.

Further away from either trio were Flutterbye, Rainbow, Samoa, and a yellow mare also in the altogether lying in circle with their legs spread out in the air, latching onto each other’s sheaths while being latched in turn as most of them wore their collars in black at this present moment. Unlike the rest of the quartet in question, there were sets of straight red tresses found making their very way throughout its wearer’s back, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about as were adorned with a goldenrod bow which reflected the light with an illustrious sheen. Around the luxurious pupils, circles of orange were already narrowed with the yellow mare’s coy smile as they had been both offset by clusters of freckles as well as a streak of scarlet across the visage, matching the likes of her three colleagues as they’d struggled to maintain their formation. Considering the utter lack of clothing thereof, the lone redhead’s slender body had showed off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and slender plications; in addition, her flanks were in possession of a wheat stalk no different from the amber waves of grain yet dissimilar to the bow.

Sitting behind the mares were a pair of stallions, both alike in fair dignity by virtue of bearing tresses matching the room they were in currently; of course, this was where their similarities had concluded and the difference became fully apparent to a fault. For starters, one of the brunets wore a coating which, although white as snow, had patches of brown all throughout his very body matching his eyes; the other next to him was colored in solid silver with baby blue eyes resonating like gentle magic waves. Secondment, although the stallions’ manes were small, the former was already frazzled enough to reach past the nape of his very neckline; the latter had bore a shortly puffed up shape instead, lacking in any for of angular structure or strands whatsoever. Thirdly, the patchy pony wore a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the silver stallion donned a simple illustration of some silverware, two dining utensils made of the same similar metal. Even their most contentious piece of detail between themselves was their stature: the first had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight; the other was already showing off his protruding lipid form alongside with his wavering prepuce.

Out of the two brunets watching the feminine foursome getting their loins explored by each other’s hands, the silver heavyweight was the first to speak to his lightweight compeer at once, “so how’s the little show doing for ya so far: please to find that your little whorses are having good time together with little miss Opal Bloom; what’s your take on them, Pipsqueak…?”

“A little slower but still an excellent find, Truffle: it’s been a long time since I’d seen the two of you at the party again, even moreso with her…” the patchy pony had answered the eponymous stallion instantaneously, hearing their mews and squeals entering their ears at once, “come to think of it, what about that Filly Guide, Berry; how come she isn’t here this time around…?”

“Foalsitting as far as I’d recalled: she and her other Filly Guide friend Dulce have agreed to look after Tag–A–Long’s kids for the weekend as well as our foal too; apparently, this other broad Coronet is helping them out since they’re still so young and Pinkie Pie’s still busy anyway…” the silver heavyweight had replied to Pipsqueak.

In any case, it was at this point in time Truffle moved his left hand down to his shaft and started running it up and down towards Opal Bloom’s direction, prompting his patchy peer to prattle, “now that I think of it, how is she…? I heard that she was in a relationship with that toxophilite Pokey…”

“That was most likely one of the doubles you’d stumbled across, at least as far as I’d recall seeing last time; we have a way of telling one pony from another…” the silver heavyweight had scoffed as he’d struggled to stay focused onto the yellow redhead, “besides, I still couldn’t get over all these Pinkies being spread out all over Ponyville, much less the Sugarcube Corner…”

“Speaking of which, how were you able to tell the difference between her and Apple Bloom anyway…?” Pipsqueak asked Truffle whom was speeding up the momentum around the yard still pointed at Opal Bloom; of course, this had caused the latter stallion to stop himself briefly with a small frown.

Before the silver heavyweight could even answer, the yellow redhead was quick on the draw this time, despite being overwhelmed with lasciviousness in her orange eyes, “’tis simple to a fault… I’m a Crystal Pony… even though I’ve lived much of… the millennium in… the void, mine body hadst still… retained its youthful form… since in spite of mine kind’s… disappearance…”

“Even her speech patterns… are duly certain… dearest master Pipsqueak…” the lightweight zebra also heaved as she’d felt two different hands still exploring her sheath as hers went in between Rainbow Harmony and Opal Bloom, “she and that Apple aren’t… alike ‘cause the latter’s… not even meek…!”

“Neither is Butter Munch and her body can barely take any and all the hot dickings anypony could give her; I was so jealous when Lemonpuffs took her from behind months ago back in Vanhoover and I’d to lie there and give it all to her after his mare Minituffs cleaned her out…” Truffle said as he’d found the strength to continue onward in due time.

It wasn’t long until the quartet of mares’ mutual exploration with their plications had reached a tipping point for only themselves: the fingertips belonging to their singular kind alone had become moistened by their achromatic fluids as they’d gathered around; other than the physical spasms, they were more than at ease when their bodies pushed themselves apart with a squeal.

Out of the feminine foursome, the pink pegasus moaned the loudest of the bunch, squirting about into the yellow redhead’s direction despite only having their hooves touching; afterwards, she’d found herself panting and mewling as she spoke, “wow… I feel so much better… already; it would’ve… much more nicer if he’d… gone with me…”

“Who, Lancelot…?” the fruity pegasus sighed as she’d regained the fortitude to face Rainbow Harmony by their side, “yeah, I’m sorry he’d… not been able to show… up to the party here… I’m pretty sure that he’d… have a time of his life… with you right by himself…”

“I know I would, especially with Butter Munch…” the silver heavyweight had grunted, his prepuce now unloading onto Opal Bloom’s bared integuments straight up from her face to the umbilicus.

The yellow redhead caught fragments of the solution with her tongue, licking them off of her burning visage as she’d cooed, “as would I, master…”

“Sounds like to me that she’s alright in my book, Truffle…” the patchy pony giggled as Samoa rose up to take initiative, aligning herself directly over with Flutterbye until they were mutually inverted towards one another’s very bodies, “what do you think of my hometown now…?”

“Interesting…” the aforementioned stallion moaned as he and Pipsqueak now watched both the fruity pegasus and the lonely zebra lapping at each other’s loins almost immediately, moaning loudly in delight from their hot and heavy lips as the former mare was rubbing up and down the latter’s fundament without a care for what the others would’ve even dared to think about at least.

Needless to say, as much as one could find whatever youth within in both the dark and stormy night as well as the colorful individuals whom have already taken shelter from therein, time itself was still marching onward with or without them as they were continuing in such various states of progression alongside the utterly potential lack thereof so to speak of.