Author's Note

This is my forty–fifth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Gregor from Carnifex; Delicate Jay from Ruhisu; and Savannah, Trefoil, and Do–Si–Do from Art–Anon.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few months 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.

For Amber Waves

If there was one thing which 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 still 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.

In spite of the overwhelming precipitation, there were perhaps faint signs of life bustling about in a rather spacious place such as this; as a matter of fact, there was but one building in particular proving to be the case in question. This particular abode was covered up in a colorful coating, its clear crystalline cerulean created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece to be seen and heard without concern, even with the ice and snow freezing it all into place. The hip roof sloping down slightly on all four corners was topped alongside with shingles made of hay in a darker color than normally seen upon other houses, every fiber of its being becoming pale and devoid of shade and dark. All of the wholesome bay windows were completely closed, many of which were obscured by blinds while the sunshades hovered over them without even obscuring the view of the rampaging blizzard from the inside viewpoint. A balcony standing far above ground by mere feet had been pounded off with heavy downpour, covering up a thin pink table with a stripey blue umbrella standing above it and a pair of yellow chairs residing near the ensemble. Only the wine door had added the finishing touches to this picturesque residence, adorned with a small wreath of emerald splash hanging against the shine in the storm beating it and the ligneous surface abaft down but to no avail.

Of the many finite areas in the very structure in question, the background had served as the main foundation to the vast yet contained space in a hot light pink with the lightest of shades already emanating from their epicenters. The mere flooring shared adjacently already taken on the form of a ligneous cellulose, save for but a lusciously oval tricolor rug with its pudding plum circling around the magenta ring where the goldenrod remained plainly. The elongated drapes were taupe, bland and dark than the rest of the room as these lonely pieces of fabric were dressing over some sliding door, a simple gateway to the balcony cordoned off by the ongoing weather so to speak. A lamp with a conical goldenrod shade over the light bulb was resting onto the dresser as is: its contents being but only an orb of electricity being used to shed some light on this very room as it’d stood next to a picture near. A sleigh bed had rested against the wall fluffy and large, donned in a true blue comforter adorned with many quartets of hearts flowing about over teal sheets accompanied by lavender pillows, all of which had been misaligned.

In the midst of the bedroom had lain two equines whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the bed with more than a set of clothes already cast aside nearby themselves. Both of the tenants currently possessed certain common traits: metallic coating upon their bodies, goldenrod tresses disheveled hither and yon, and a deeply crimson hue donned upon their faces. Of course, there were some significant differences between the twosome, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting chests on the account of being in the altogether.

Either way, the equines alone were in dire need of an introduction even though they’d gotten the whole entire place to themselves, free from judgment and shame so to speak of. For starters, the tenant currently residing on top happened to be a silver pegasus while the other whom had currently rested directly beneath was a grayscale regimental unicorn. Secondment, the former had worn the long mane with strands already out of place matching both eyes whereas the latter possessed only shorter wavy tresses in different shades. Thirdly, the silver pegasus wore a cluster of bubbles flown free in a frozen frame on both flanks while the regimental unicorn had a gold starburst within a star platinum quartet. Out of the two tenants, the solidified blondewas already focused onto the shining counterpart’s prepuce while the latter’s hierophant green orbs had targeted the former’s fork.

Sure enough, it was at this very point in time both of the equines were mutually inverted towards one another, the silver pegasus’ hands having made contact with the regimental unicorn’s very kneecaps already. Contentedly, the solidified blonde was mollycoddling her shiny correspondent’s shaft playfully, kissing its tip while he’d stuck out a tongue up at her in turn, fully aware of the supersaturated state she was into. The silver pegasus swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for several times and moaning quietly in delight whilst caressing her buoyant bosoms before doing the same to the regimental unicorn. Forwarding their hot and heavy lips each time he’d felt her stimulating, exploring, and licking the dainty sheath, it’d started to get so much harder, his hands were now grasping onto both of her rippling thighs. Because the silver pegasus’ tongue was already intertwined with the regimental unicorn’s yard and vice versa, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their own maws and tongues too. Soon, the tenants had started to transfer so much stimulating arousal between themselves quickly it’d seemed they would’ve been able to get their wishes fulfilled soon enough at this rate, timing notwithstanding.

“OH, CELESTIA…!” the silver pegasus soon cried in a shrill voice as she’d suddenly stood up on both knees with a whinny, slowly turning around to face the regimental unicorn still directly beneath her undercarriage as he was now able to see more of her bare body despite being trapped within these thunderously thick thighs.

Subsequentially, she’d found herself sitting over his chest delicately with but an impish smirk, leaving him at the mercy of her hot and heavy haunches as he’d heaved hoarsely into her hollow fork, “Derpy…”

“Don’t talk, sweetie; just eat, drink, and be merry: it’s almost time for the holidays anyway…” the titular tenant talked tersely to her lonely target, guiding her right hand over his shining mane with a sensuous sigh escaping her lips while looking downward at him with her disproportionate eyes, “besides, this is payback for leaving me to date Lightning Bolt years ago, Ponet…!”

Despite the silver pegasus’ weight currently concentrated whereupon the regimental unicorn, he’d kept at it to her content, still lapping at the leaking sheath next to his lips whilst she’d maintained balance. The ends of her bust were currently standing on endwise from the chilled atmosphere present and accounted for, the memories in which she and her explorer were stuck in the past as so for the lack of a better term. Derpy had spreaded her legs wider away from Ponet’s muzzle and neckline so as to provide him more room and levity whilst still refusing to release himself from those thunderously thick thighs of hers all the while. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the regimental unicorn had still remained at ease with the very contents of the silver pegasus’ moist undercarriage. Several fingers soon had found their way onto her nubbins, belonging only to herself alone as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes of his tongue having been made underneath the fork with only little input. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: Derpy looking down at Ponet’s face once more with a blushing grin as she’d drooled and blushed about rather freely. Within a matter of moments, the silver pegasus’ mews and squeals increased from the regimental unicorn’s actions, slowly losing self–control as he was left at the mercy of her compromising structure already. Although she’d remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even she knew it was but a matter of time before such a lust would overwhelm and undermine her posture almost completely overall. In any case, Ponet still took his time in exploring every nook and cranny within Derpy’s sheath, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time thereof to their hearts’ content.

“Mm…” the regimental unicorn had gulped as the silver pegasus 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.

She’d cried out before toppling away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto a pillow nearby his hooves as she’d glanced as the pulsating prepuce still attached to himself with all the cold wetness entailing, “Ponet… can I ask you something: do you think that Sparkler’s okay with being single all her life…?”

“I don’t mind her making that choice of her own; it’s not like we’re in a hurry to rush things along for her…” the eponymous stallion answered as he was now freed from Derpy’s grip almost immediately at once, “come to think of it, what about all those letters she’d sent to one of the Wonderbolts back then; weren’t they in a relationship or something…?”

“Sadly, no… at least not to my knowledge…” the silver pegasus sighed as she was now moving her hand into her flushed undercarriage slowly, both eyes now staring at the very ceiling above themselves.

The regimental unicorn sat up and looked at her before speaking, “if this was about what happened decades ago, let me remind you that it wasn’t your fault at all; you’re a beautiful mare and a good mother to her: there’s no way Sparkler can honestly think she has a problem with dating at all…”

“I know that, it’s just that our kids as well as hers have been able to grow up so fast over the years, they’re about to have families…” Derpy spoke as she’s stared at the storm still going on before the twosome with a sad gaze now upon the visage so to speak of, “Sparkler’s been alone ever since, always planning parties but never having the time to go to one that isn’t Dinky’s.”

“Perhaps it’d be wise we help her come out of her shell starting new years: at the very least, she won’t have to worry about spending another Hearths and Hooves alone again; we’re her parents after all…” he’d said to the silver pegasus whom was now taking aim at his shaft once again all the while.

Smiling big again, she’d said softly, “agreed… besides, it’s been a long time since we’d be able to see each other again, especially before Hearthswarming Eve no less…”

“You don’t need to remind me of–––” Ponet had attempted to speak before feeling some wet and warm wrapped around his yard almost immediately: the source thereof was Derpy herself having already returned to lapping it away without so much as a care in the cold cruel world whatsoever, “DERPY?!”

“Relax, sweetie; I haven’t been able to make you come yet…” the silver pegasus giggled before returning her attention towards the regimental unicorn’s prepuce, encasing all of his protuberant flesh’s surface area with salivation as her mouth took it in much to his delight, especially when he’d rested both hands onto her mane gently based on the movements made over him therein.

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 come 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 a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already cold and light: the countless winds and moisture were overwhelming, already bound to a wide range where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The abundant stormclouds found clogging up the firmament were also dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon its target in question: a large conurbation consisting of gangling buildings. Lights and sounds were out and about as they were guiding the way for all its denizens through the chilled atmosphere, retaining their forms and colors despite the whitewashing and whatnot. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregiously standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance, despite their lacking in density. The only signs of life still brewing throughout the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that had dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were but a dyed deep blue with its small collection of vessels in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth so to speak.

Beyond the event horizon were a series of buildings surrounded by a very high metal fencing, each different from one another but adorned with accumulative precipitation all the same. From the looks of it all, the area seemed no better than a small village but heavy on both industry and commercialism even to be focused on a stable residency, compared to the rest of city. The various roofs upon the buildings within the area had maintained a variety of colorful clashed shades and hues crying out for warmth throughout its elaborate exteriors despite the snow. Many of the wholesome windows were either closed off or obscured by its blinds, each of them having already been tinted with deep shades of midnight blue as each flake clung to glass. It even had a series of open pathways amalgamated together to make a spectral tree; however, the weather conditions had limited such visibility, hence the need for some illumination. One thing that stood out and about were a pair of smokestacks rising against the stormclouds, both of which weren’t in use but at the same time emanated some heat to hold themselves.

Standing outside beyond it were a few ponies already facing the gates upfront in full view; in addition, there were a pair of griffins as well, both alike in fair dignity but nevertheless different.

Like fur, much of their winged bodies were covered in feathers: one was colored predominately in amber despite looking bald; the other was copper, save for a white head with brown accents. While both of their beaks was colored in the brilliant gold, the latter had matching talons and eyes sharper than hands yet gentle nevertheless while the former was painted in a darker brown. Regarding their outward attire, a red scarf adorned the bicolor griffin’s neck against the brilliant green tracksuit while a midnight overcoat was worn upon the gilded counterpart’s entire body. Despite bearing avian traits, leonine paws and tails were found to be sticking out against the cold area, setting them apart from the rest of the equines already in attendance nearby so to speak of. Out of the two griffins standing amongst them, the gilded griffin had eyes of chartreuse staring brightly at the factory before its lonely observers, devoid of toxicity but otherwise barren no less.

The other griffin wasted no time commenting on it all, “so this must be place they’ve been talking about a month ago: to think it’d be where Trottingham’s industry would be their focal point and Smudge Proof is just renting it out for the whole entire weekend.”

“I know, right Gregor…?” the aforementioned bystander’s correspondent spoke nearby him almost instantaneously all the while, “this looks like he’d spent quite an enormous amount of bits just for this party alone; he’d probably start up his own business in Griffonstone with them instead…”

“At least we won’t be alone in getting an opportunity to see what goes on in the chocolate factory, let alone spend the night there, eh Gavin…?” the bicolor griffin chuckled as they were both holding the mares together almost tightly so to speak of.

In any case, they were both brunettes with their own collective sense of fashionable clothing certainly suitable for the very environment they were also in, despite the differences thereof.

One was a chocolatey mare already standing besides the gilded griffin with glowing green eyes too, currently wearing a darkly gray ensemble of a cap, jacket, and pants against the whiteout. Nestling with Gregor was a light amber pegasus with matching eyes of exuberance radiating onward, wearing a red bow and scarf as well as a thick sweater and skirt painted in a deep silver.

The grounded of the pair had mumbled about, “I hoped we can get back here in time for Hearthswarming though; my dad and I have been spending far too much time apart lately ever since he’d found work a decade ago…”

“Take it easy, Meredith: I’m sure that your father would be more than relieved to see your return again after when this is all over; besides, I’m just glad we’ve tied the knot years ago…” the petite counterpart chirped as she’d spoken to the titular traveler almost immediately so to speak, “besides, Pinkie was so ecstatic to see us together…”

“I know that, Jay; it’s just that of all the places we’ve been to together, we’ve never been to Trottingham at all, not even for business: not only that, this factory looks like a pretty unusual place for a party…” the chocolatey mare had talked towards the amber pegasus tiresomely, despite remaining optimistic.

Laughing about loudly, the eponymous equine laughed, “you worry too much, Meredith: you need to go out and see the world more often; it’s what we did together…!”

“Yeah, I know…” the aforementioned correspondent said to the amber pegasus instantaneously, holding Gavin tightly in turn, “it’s just that we’ve never dreamt of something like this, let alone be here…”

“Don’t worry about it; just be glad we’ve arrived…” the gilded griffin said while searching the entrance straightaway.

It wasn’t long until Gavin found a white button and pressed it at once, hearing a sound before a voice made its way thru: like the griffins, the speaker was masculine, albeit aged by at least a decade ahead of them so to speak; it wasn’t long until the latter spoke, “what’s the password…?”

“Password…?” the gilded griffin stuttered as he’d reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a metallic envelope instantaneously: it was colored with a small series of stripes such as gold, silver, and copper alongside some crystalline accentuations sprinkled in; opening the flap, a paper with some words were found within only seconds no less, “Everlasting Gobstopper…!”

“Access granted – head on down to the Oliver building where the visitors are being processed; follow the matching lights and you’ll be there soon enough…” the intercom buzzed as the steely gates soon opened up afore the quartet slowly as it could be done so to speak of; it was at this point that they were now free to venture inwardly at once, no longer bound to the cold equations.

Of the many in attendance, Meredith was the first to explore the confines of the very factory, her hooves and the fabric over them now tinted with the aforesaid colors nearby as they went in; where their eyes had failed, it was up to the rest of their senses to pick up the pieces and pace therein to take in the details provided by this verbal clearance almost immediately all the while. Needless to say, the gang of four had nothing else besides each others’ company and the lights guiding their way throughout the premises, currently gasping in awe at the sights and structures already provided as they’d followed the very pathway underneath the ice and snow accumulating about due the gathering storm still in effect, mindful of its rather untapped potential nevertheless. Even so, they were relieved to be given the time and place thereof, happy to find others like and, perhaps, unlike them out of the cold and into warm interiors which were making up the bulk of the entire environment; as far as they could even see it, the beginning was on the horizon for the night was young, just like them, despite the shine in the storm already within clear view no less.

At long last, the quartet have finally discovered the very edifice in question without complaints: true to the information provided, the thick dimensions have been painted in a fulsome texture; seeing a lonely white door almost instantly, Jay had knocked on it and asked, “hello… sir, are you there…? It’s just us; we’ve all gotten the invitations for the party here tonight… I hope that’s okay with you, since this is our first time being there together…”

“Of course, you can come in now; it’s safe here…” a dry voice had made it throughout to the visiting gang of four as a small crack was formed before their very eyes, giving off a faint light as it’d originated from a closed crystalline candelabrum, “after all, we’ve been waiting for you all the same, much like the returnees before, are we right…?”

“Yeah… we still have the invites sent to us a month ago…” the bicolor griffin had replied bravely as he and his colleagues pulled out the very same envelopes from before in an instant.

Sure enough, the crack in the door had grown wider as the shivering quintet were finally granted safe passage in the building almost immediately. Now that they’d came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the travelers in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the very visitors’ eyes: a table here and a drawer there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in their collective way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleekly jet–black strands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were of a balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a singular nevus residing right beneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simplistic: dark orange hat, magenta longcoat, gold bowtie, gray undershirt, and dark pants thereof.

At the very least, the host in question wasted no time whatsoever in giving off a wry smile as he’d spoken to the party of five immediately, “well, then, let’s get started already: there’s a dressing room inside where you can all change into something more comfortable for the occasion here…”

“For what; what’s wrong with our clothes…?” Gregor said as he’d still held the amber pegasus gently, confused as to what had been said by the white unicorn, “it’s not like they’re dirty or anything…”

“You’ll know soon enough…” the lone host chuckled as they’d still awaited with anticipatory bated breath for the entire night.

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least several mares present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks as their only form of clothing; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being clad in air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Out of them, one was a tall lemony pegasus with her hair in a darker shade as she was already showering about, the suds and water clinging to her curvaceous form since all that she wore was but a rubicund collar before being pulled down by gravity, some of which passed over a set of some nosegays with each segment already arranged in a circular cycle of colors from a rainbow. Nearby was a minty unicorn wearing some shorter teal tresses already accented by a few brighter stripes barely matching both eyes: despite the lightweight cleavage therein, femininity was clear and present, especially considering she was also wearing a red collar; a trio of curved arrows trailing on in a triangular roundabout were found to be slathered onto the very flanks so to speak. A pair of gingers were also found to be there as well, both bearing petite bosoms, clustering freckles, and green eyes yet otherwise more different from each other as they were from the rest: one was a creamy mare with yet another red collar with monochromatic stencils upon the flanks whereas the other had a brownish gold tint wearing a jet–black scheme instead and horseshoes.

“Mmm… feels so good to be out of the ice and snow; nothing like a long hot shower to starve off some hypothermia…” the lone blonde sighed.

The coldest mare in the midst of her peers replied with relief, “for damn sure: the cold was making my body too frigid; I thought I was gonna freeze to death out there, especially since my coat wasn’t doing me any favors whatsoever…!”

“At least the storm will pass on by tomorrow morning, Trefoil; that should be plenty enough time to eat, sleep, work, and play, if you know what we mean…” the lighter mare had almost brightly chirped rather instantaneously, “of course, we have to return home afterwards anyway; Hearthswarming’s only days away and we need to be there for our fillies as soon as possible…”

“Samoa’s boytoy isn’t the only one who feels at home already: I heard that there were at least two ponies whom were from Trottingham of all places; Pipsqueak and Flutterbye had more fun with them than Rainbow Harmony did with Lancelot and the brothers Daze…” said the darker counterpart as she was washing her face cleanly.

Trefoil turned to face the darker ginger on her far right and replied, “Savannah and I had seen them both back in Vanhoover already: they’d seemed to be so happy together, especially since Truffle and Berry were there as well; come to think of it, where is she anyway…?”

“Taking care of our daughters, Do–Re–Mi and Pop Tart, with Dulce and Coronet back at Ponyville…” the creamy mare huffed complacently, padding her watered kneecaps with tender loving care, “you know, even I could’ve gotten around to letting him into my backdoor like a good anal slut such as a certain magical redhead considering that his cum is more plentiful. Of course, I’d still bore Morty’s foals long ago: both of them happened to be full of life and energy despite the hospital bills but so did I; nevertheless, I still love them all the same and so does he…”

“Humph, I’d still never imagined that scrawny little runt would get hitched to you, let alone after all these years…” the minty unicorn scoffed as she’d rinsed beneath both of her underarms all the while.

Savannah had chuckled a bit and said softly, “relax, Trey… it was my fault that I’d didn’t secure the door to our hotel room back in Rosemound; I was so determined to have some fun together I wasn’t thinking straight, especially with how exhausted we were traveling throughout the city…”

Almost immediately, the quartet of mares were greeted by another one, a pink pegasus appearing freely; like them already in the midst of cleansing, she’d possessed so many differences to them. For starters, despite the new visitor’s status, her tresses consisted of an equal color scheme with thin racing stripes reminiscent of a small rainbow, more colors than Trefoil’s tresses themselves. Secondment, the pink pegasus’ general dishabille had been accented by another jet–black collar, no different from the one worn by the mustard mare herself since it’d contrasted her entire body. Third of all, her eyes were reeking of an indigo prophecy, despite being firmly in the present and accounted for time and place shared by the other foursome already in the clear mists and waters. Lastly but not least, the pink pegasus had donned a blank snow white notepad with a lone purple writing utensil at the side of it right over her limber toned flanks, petite yet bouncy all the same.

“Hi, everypony…” she’d squeaked out, waving slightly at the other quartet afore herself, “my name’s Rainbow Harmony…”

“Well, hello there, stranger: I’d never thought we be finding you being invited again, let alone having already met my friends, Savannah and Trefoil back in Vanhoover; I’m Tag–A–Long and this is Do–Si–Do… we’re Filly Guides, though I’m pretty sure you’ve already known…” the lighter ginger had started introducing herself and her three peers to the titular tenant cordially.

The pink pegasus was blushing about, even more than the moistened coat and tresses she’d possessed, and said, “the Filly Guides: I’m honestly surprised to see all of you accept Smudge Proof’s invitation; are you four the only ones who came to the party…?”

“Not quite, we have another one who went and got invited as well: her name’s Samoa and she’s not the only zebra who’s there; Minituffs, Zula, Florida, and Corey came by too…” Trefoil had answered Rainbow Harmony immediately, the latter slowly approaching them all straightaway, “who would’ve thought there would be so many more of them coming to the party…?”

“I didn’t…” the pink pegasus spoke up calmly.

Do–Si–Do jumped back into the conversation at once, “let’s just say that I wasn’t expecting to come back here either so to speak, but neither did Lickety Split; he’d insisted on going with me the day he’d gotten the invite a month ago, especially considering it wasn’t our first time or party: aside from the both of us, the whole entire troop of ours was at Rosemound together…”

“I know… my first party was back at Vanhoover in the summer of the same year I’d met the two of you along Samoa and Berry…” Rainbow Harmony only sighed, currently looking directly towards Tag–A–Long and her darker correspondent too all the while, “come to think of it, since this is my first time finding you two here, where is she now…?”

“Oh, Berry… she’s staying with Dulce and Coronet to babysit our foals…” the creamy mare answered.

The pink pegasus breathed a hot one and spoke up, “that’s nice and all; wish I had a foal myself…”

“What’s wrong…?” the lemony pegasus asked Rainbow Harmony, noticing a frown from the latter immediately so to speak, “you seem to be down…”

“Sorry, I’ve gotten a lot of things on my mind lately since springtime…” the pink pegasus replied.

Do–Si–Do walked up to Rainbow Harmony and replied, “if this is about the party, then you’re not alone here: to tell you the truth, I was a bit nervous coming back to Rosemound with the rest of my friends, especially with our coltfriends no less; Lickety wasn’t like the others since he’d like swinging both ways but so did many of us.”

“It’s not that; it’s just that I’ve not been able to figure out what had gone so wrong with her back then…” the pink pegasus had sniffled a bit, now looking away from the quartet at once almost in an instant so to speak, “when I’d first seen her, I’d thought I found a friend on my first day at the new school back in Ponyville…”

“Which one…?” the mustard mare had asked Rainbow Harmony calmly and with compassion in the former’s words no less.

The pink pegasus had chuckled a bit mirthlessly, “Cozy Glow, one of the tiny trifecta of traitors to the Crown and Country of Equestria itself…”

“You’re kidding… you’d used to be friends with her of all ponies in Equestria?!” Tag–A–Long hissed about instantaneously, leaking away newfound disdain as her other compeers all the while, “even I’m a bit shocked at this development and I’d met with Discord for the first time back in the days of my youth…”

“I’m sorry you had to learn that truth from me, especially after all that she’d done to us; it’s just that after everything that happen, it still haunts me to this day, especially since she was caught the first time…” Rainbow Harmony only sniffled after catching the foursome off–guard with little warning whatsoever.

This made the minty unicorn freeze up in a flash, struggling to stay in control of her temperament as she’d asked the pink pegasus straightaway, “so what gives: ya had no problem sharing moments with the likes of that usurper but her punishment’s a problem to ya all of the sudden…?”

“Actually, it was much worse that that: even though Cozy was caught and punished, I still couldn’t get rid of our memories…” Rainbow Harmony replied without a care in the whole wide world yet still mindful of the quartet’s feeling thereof, “I’d never considered the possibility of her wanting to take over Equestria, let alone the School of Friendship so to speak of…”

“It would’ve been even nicer if you’d met with the Crusaders first before finding her; at least they were more loyal compared to her…” the creamy mare huffed indignantly, comfortably numbed to the mist and water around themselves due to their near lack of textiles overall.

The pink pegasus sighed with melancholy within her breath, “I know but she was the first pony I’d lain eyes on since our first day there; I’d honestly thought that we’d shared something special together when it’d opened up: schedules, hobbies, dreams… Growing up with rainbow hair has been nothing but a problem for me ever since the Summer Sun Celebration, especially considering whom played a role in saving the world with the Elements. Like my sister, Flash, we’d barely gone one day in our lives without other ponies trying to ask either of us if we’re long lost relatives to Dash because of our lone commonalities so to speak. Of course, the press died down as soon as enough time passed only for them to come back every time she did this and that no less; even the Foal Free Press had gotten into the whole mess too. Our family became so sick and tired of the constant harassment, we had to leave Bales and start a new life in another town; there was even one time I’d thought about shaving my mane and tail. Simply put, our parents thought Ponyville would be a good start despite you–know–who taking residency here; of course, it was going to be on the outskirts so we wouldn’t worry about them.”

“Oh, my… we’d never seemed to have thought of it that way…” Savannah said as Rainbow Harmony shed some tears before them reluctantly, leaving the rest to ponder on such sentiments overall; the former was no different, “I hope this party cheers her up again like before…”