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 a number of fan characters belonging to other people making an appearance, the guest character also appearing is based on Rick Sanchez directly from Rick and Morty; of course, considering the multiverse theory at large, people who've written crossovers fics between the two shows as well as drawing them basically predicted a cameo appearance.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final 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.

Niceties' Neon Noodles

Dark skies over the lands were finally painted with the clusters of stars since the shine in the storm dissipated along with a silver crescent shining the way. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that ensued right below themselves. Even though the atmosphere itself was already cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, its solidity would come to pass in the eyes of the most observant. Generally speaking, such temperatures were due to the overabundance of wintry precipitation solidifying over every single terrain imaginable whatsoever. Of course, only a few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mix of fascination and frustration unbecoming nevertheless.

For the many who were nestled in the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of rainbows while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were of the most common species: many were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there were exceptionals. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of metals in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

Zula was inside one of the beds with Thunderlane right behind her directly for some company, sharing the same space with Minituffs and Lemonpuffs likewise at this moment in time thereof.

“Aren’t you just glad that you went to the party, Zula…?” the leaner zebra asked her buxom counterpart before giggling about.

Snuggling up with the jet–black pegasus, the titular tenant answered back with a smile, “more than we’d expected: it’s nice we’d saw each other; it’d have been nicer if Florida came along with us…!”

“It’s also nice to meet so many stallions in here: to think that Lickety would be up for some backgammon here and there; speaking of which, I’d never expected him to show up at all, let alone with Do–Si–Do…” the yellow stallion sighed, holding Minituffs tightly by the abdomen, “who would’ve guessed she’d so much energy inside her…”

“I’ve met my share of mares that have lasted longer too…” Thunderlane had told the mares.

It was at this point Trinidad joined up with them at the middle, standing at the bedpost clad in only but a rose red pair of snug panties as she’d spoken freely at once, “it’s only a good thing that the storm’s over: I can’t believe it’s going to take all day tomorrow to clear out all this snow and ice away; I just hope we get to return home for the holidays in time…”

“We will… we always have been; besides, I just want to see more of the city anyway…” the beaming Zula said, kissing the jet–black pegasus abaft after turning around briefly, “Trottingham has so many adventures awaiting the both of us…!”

“Speaking of family, Cotton Puff and Lemon Drop are going to be more than happy to see us again when we return home…” Minituffs chuckled, not that the muscular mare had even minded.

Trinidad had simply remarked immediately, “I know a bunch of other ponies who are going to be happy going back to Ponyville; Florida must have been missing the two of us already since we’ve went here of all places: it’s going to be a shame that Corey and I have to go leave tomorrow when all is said and done about it…”

“I know, right…?” the skinnier zebra said before turning to face Lemonpuffs and nuzzling about, “he’s probably going to be telling every single one of his friends about our former hometown…”

“Indeed…” the muscular mare had huffed gently, strutting about as she’d walked away from the balanced bedfellows before slowing down without stopping anyway whatsoever so to speak of.

It didn’t take long for Thunderlane to pull the metal chain directly nearby himself, switching the very light source off instantaneously before whispering softly at once, “good night, Zula…”

Afterwards, silence had slowly slipped into the room as the occupants were huffing and puffing greatly into extreme exhaustion as they now burned with passion. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky were currently starting to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into slumber all too soon. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped off onto sleep already, few of whom with textiles adorning their bodies.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had pictures of mares and stallions with other creatures rivalling them already in the throes of concupiscence moving on. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the animated imagery therein. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points.

Up in front of them were a pair of ponies, already swept up in their passions as they were in the altogether: out of the twosome was Smudge Proof standing behind a lonely silver pegasus whom was bent over forwards with hands nearby the keyboards drooling about at the displays, thrusted inward and outward by himself in a steady momentum. Given the ample bosom and voluptuous curves, the white unicorn was already at ease with the fact his target was a mare, her body adorned with countless freckles along a pair of shiny golden rings piercing the nubbins as her attire was but an all–black ensemble darker than her tresses of a short skirt, gloves, and stockings along a purple collar. Hereon, the silver pegasus’ eyes were reminiscent of the brilliant green, much like the very grass dancing in the winds whilst she’d stared at the variety of individuals like and unlike themselves, almost euphoric to a fault since her loins were currently stained with such viscous liquids trailing betwixt her very own legs to no end in sight whatsoever.

Blushing grins were flexed by themselves, pleasured by the likes of him alone as he’d slowly rubbed up against her while sliding his prepuce about rapidly while she’d wavered around and increased in luxury, giving off vastly small yet high–pitched moans in the process. Even Smudge Proof could barely help it, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting shaft punctured throughout the silver pegasus’ bare flanks, causing herself to wriggle about forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in a cocoon of love so to speak of.

“Oh yes… that’s right, master; oh yes…, give it all to me, hon!” she’d grunted amorously, the constant moaning expelled from her mouth made it arguably hard to speak up clearly for it’d quickly turned into words cried loudly, “oh master… please hon, please… make me your cumslut!”

The white unicorn suppressed a joyful groan during the sensual struggle, sliding his yard all the way through the silver pegasus’ fundament as its whitening warmth conjoining within the spiked abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling inside great pleasure.

“I take that the anal was breathtaking as usual, eh Winger…?” he’d asked at once before disengaging slowly with a wet slick.

She’d nearly collapsed and sighed, panting and moaning before looking behind, “anything for you, sir: at least the three hour sex games should keep us company for the next few months; of course, once we find a distributor to do all the work, we can rake in much of the bits and pieces…”

“Agreed; besides, think of all the others who can benefit from these encounters: the failing couples, hopeless virgins, and struggling wordsmiths alike…” Smudge Proof said to Wing before stealing away a kiss upon making eye contact, resting his hand by the sheath without a care in the world, “they’d be finding them amused by every single one of our distinguished guests tonight…”

“I know…” the silver pegasus purred playfully after breaking away from the white unicorn.

He’d chuckled, “Nurselings’ is next already…”

“Oh, another city in the mainland…?” she’d cooed, quickly turning around to face Smudge Proof directly, stroking his modest abs with a light touch approach, “surely, you never cease to amaze me, master…”

“Neither do you, Wing…” the white unicorn sighed before the eponymous mare hurriedly taken aim at his prepuce.

The amorous silver pegasus’ knees reached the floor, already bent down to glance at the sodden shaft with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. At first, she used her gloved hands to knead the yard around playfully like a tiny joystick; before long, her tongue slipped had outwardly and slowly slid about. With salivation already making contact, all that he could do was rest one of the hands on Wing’s darkened mane to stroke and pat based on such a progress. The silver pegasus’ tongue still freely licked Smudge Proof’s prepuce before slowly forwarding her mouth inwardly, taking a break to moan in a sultry tone. Although the white unicorn spread his legs a bit further to give her more room to lick around, he’d barely helped himself but drool and blush about freely. In no time whatsoever, Wing had driveled on it for some significance time until her very mouth was finished sipping all the extract straight from his shaft.

Swallowing it whole, the silver pegasus looked up and asked Smudge Proof, “how did I do, master; had I done well…?”

“Better than last time…” the white unicorn summarized with little ease whatsoever, taking little time to whittle down the experience, “you’re getting better…!”

“Thank you, master…!” she’d chimed, jumping up to hug him tightly with little warning whatsoever.

The mismatched pair finally left the area alone, flushing screens with large bursts of photons before phasing out into the darkness, moving images still playing about in a pattern.

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above currently traded spaces, no doubt the progress of the golden sun already rising upward. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life began anew, or for the numerously up and running, continued advancing to their ticking of timepieces.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Standing upon ground zero, it was built with a standard set of sturdiest bricks known to the entire world and history of architecture altogether. It was surrounded by a fence with a black steel gate and all of it was colored a light burgundy with a side helping of a creamy beige shades. Open fields were also present yet they were covered in white as if they were a simple vanilla ice cream served alongside some cake and bacon.

The insides were so much better and with good reasons alone: every part of the ceiling along the walls had been painted white, small green plants basked and bathed in the moist warm soil, and flat floorboards were wooden and brownish gold; nonetheless, all was well and good for now. After all, there was artwork of all shapes and sizes at every turn of the very facility in question: sculptures, paintings, collages, anything of artistic value whatsoever was the result of what the author had in mind for them based on the surroundings and/or was back then in the distant past. Whether they’d gained fame overnight, within a fortnight, at the turn of any period, or even after death, most of them were made by any means necessary: paper, plastic, metal, glass, sand, stone, lead, graphite, glitter, even jewelry, all of which with tender loving care by such extremities. Some were really old enough to be considered close to becoming a member of society, let alone a model citizen, while others had a history dating back to many incidents in its life itself, much less only yesterday; either way, their collective place of origin was completely irrelevant no less. In any case, they’d been serving some form of purpose in life once after coming into existence, whether constructed with straws, sticks, or even bricks, all it’d mattered was that it was up to the current generation to decide if it has reached out in their favor, including the visitors themselves.

Out of the many inside, a tall dark blue unicorn was found to be sitting around at the table, feeling salivation curling down the wrinkly muzzle barely straightened out with a snorting burp. Possessing a lighter shade of color right upon the tresses, they were all spiky and unkempt; in addition, a unibrow was found that was as sharp as the train of thoughts being processing about. The blue unicorn had donned a big white coat that was already opened enough to show off a light aquamarine shirt and some dark chocolate khakis up right upon their owner’s rather lanky frame. A pair of sunglasses were also discovered to have obscured its wearer’s very eyes completely, despite having taken aim at the small steely canister within the otherwise frail and shaky hands.

After sipping away from the container, the lanky unicorn took a deep breath and sighed softly, “nothing fazes me anymore as it’d used to but that thing, it angers me…”

Even with the viewer’s orbs left unknown, they were instantaneously directed towards a painting not too far off in the cold distance: from what could be seen, its background had predominantly consisted of various shades of orange and yellow worked together; of course, what had struck a chord with the eyewitness were how the subjects therein were now featured in the altogether. Almost all of them were buxom mares wearing only but collars around their necks and pregnant: the first was Tag–A–Long sitting pretty on a red couch with both arms behind her head with a pasty redhead resting upon the former’s left leg; another redhead, albeit bronze was found to be sitting on the brown carpet, lazing about as Wing was found lapping at her target’s plications. Kneeling behind the silver pegasus was none other than Smudge Proof himself, his hands resting over both sides of her croup as his shaft was firmly entrenched into it all, much to her delight as one could even see it based on the euphoria embracing her since it was wet and white like his coat, bearing the same textures leaking from the loins of the other mares nearby lounging about.

It was at this point the true blue unicorn rose from his station and began to approach the artwork in question almost immediately: as he was doing so, he’d done more than well to appear calm on the outside but had remained thoughtful all through the time; now that he was halfway closer, his eyes were freed from the jet–black plastics as they bore the world of midnight with but icy fury. Whichever other inhabitants nearby the approaching loner had not even the slightest clue at all whatsoever as to what he had in store for the painting up in front of him; even as he was closing the distance between himself and the object on display, the fact he was wearing a frown upon the visage did absolutely nothing to convince his peer of the menacing atmosphere emanating about. The true blue unicorn soon had reached into his pockets and covered them with orange elastics as he’d snorted about, stopping himself at once by mere feet away from the artwork hanging against the wall with an unwavering grimace; as far as he was concerned, his resolve had banded itself together in the face of what its host currently considered to be a common enemy so to speak of.

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had remained clear enough, the golden sun still shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found but defined in more variously rustic materials, most of which were befitting for the likes of the three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it on a lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided to forestry. In the background, a valley and ridge of mountains raged with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. The town bustled with an utter abundance of people from various demographics whatsoever: age, gender, finances, and social positions notwithstanding.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, there was but a band of sevenmares whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance. The septet alone had consisted of Flutterbye, Samoa, Rainbow Harmony, Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon on a fullest display. Although they were already donning lightweight clothes upon their bodies, there were still some significant differences many cared less about to say at the least.

Their collective sense of fashion was generally simplistic for the very environment they were in. The fruity pegasus was already donning a white blouse with a viridescent skirt over her body. The lonely zebra currently wore a jaded ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt with a white shirt. The pink pegasus was clothed in a snow white ensemble of a hat, sweater, pants, and boots too. The grounded counterpart was dressed in a sky blue shirt and purple shorts held by suspenders. The silver heavyweight’s textiles consisted of a white jacket and monochromatic pants combo. The crowned correspondent had a gold coat matching boots with a white skirt and black blouse. The young gray mare wore a plum blouse with matching boots and pink skirt with a white stripe.

“I’m so glad to be back in Ponyville; never thought the big city was going to be this hectic around the holiday season: it’s not Manehattan although…” Rainbow Harmony sighed, under no animosity meandering in before trailing off; nevertheless, she persisted, “anyways, it was good thing to meet some ponies again outside of it…”

“Same here…” Flutterbye had said.

Diamond Tiara chimed in, “good times were had by all…”

“Speaking of which, you want to come to my house…?” Silver Spoon had spoken up to the rest of her compeers almost immediately

“Can’t; I gotta help CiCi clean up the bakery in time for the holiday rush tomorrow: we don’t know what’s even going to happen…” Toola–Roola had answered back mirthlessly, wrapping her left arm around Coconut Cream’s shoulder.

The silver heavyweight had now jumped into the conversation, “last year was an utter pain for the both of us: it’d seemed like there more ponies than I’d anticipated; I could tell for a fact that about most of them were on vacation from abroad…”

“Well, that sucks…” the young gray mare interjected, readjusting her glasses at once, “of course, that’s the cost of doing business this time of year; even the first of the month can be Tartarus…”

“You can say that again: I know that the Apples have been having a hard time trying to play catch–up, especially with Granny Smith spacing out and about; I’d once heard her muttering about some guy named ‘Enrico Pucci’ months ago…” Diamond Tiara responded as she’d looked onward into the mountainside.

Rainbow Harmony sucked in some air and sighed, “well, it can’t be helped whatsoever: even I knew she’s not getting any younger at this rate and neither are we; I wish I could say the same thing for her anyway…”

“Look, please live your life…” the incomplete pegasus had coughed outward rather speedily, her visage burning a bit brightly so to speak of, “I know for a fact that Granny Smith has lived a full life to her utmost at the very least…”

“I know that…” the spectral pegasus said, turning her eyes in the opposite direction from the remaining six.

As Samoa started breaking away from the band of seven, the fruity pegasus spoke, “well, we best be getting going now; Pipsqueak’s waiting for us anyway and we still have some foals to take care of together: they’re still barely able to walk upright…”

“Can we come see them, Flutterbye…?” Silver Spoon asked, causing the aforementioned mare to stop in place, “Sweet Victory might as well need a play date…”

“Yeah, you two are more than welcome to; ‘the more the merrier’ is what Twilight said…” the fruity pegasus chirped upon turning around before continuing to walk further away the quintet alongside the zebra.

Sure enough, both multicolored mares also began going their separate ways too, sending themselves off with a simultaneous, “see ya…!”

“So, Silvy…” the crowned pony purred, latching onto the young gray mare’s abdomen gently, “since Hearth’s Warming a few days away, hence the free time to ourselves, do you wanna do the mess around at the spa…?”

“I don’t mind at all, Ditty; besides, we should go ahead and invite the Crusaders as well…” Silver Spoon sighed serenely to Diamond Tiara.

Although both ponies were face–to–face directly, only the spectral pegasus alone had interjected timidly, “can I come too…? I need to go and make myself pretty again before I get to face Lancelot anyway…”

“Sure, why not…?” the crowned pony had sighed before she and the young gray mare opened up, tongues finally slipping out for their ecstatic exploration between themselves; after a minute’s worth of being tongue–tied, the latter broke away, “let’s go, Rho–Rho…”

“Thanks…” Rainbow Harmony tweeted, already following after Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon with freedom within her very eyes.