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 in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part, save for one thing: Samoa and Do–Si–Do will be appearing and they belong to Art–Anon.

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

Entranced Electrum Esquire

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling lights, which were suspended by about several meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all through the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate fibers of gold amber while being seventeen yards away from the center. A cluster of square windows were found to be displaying a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in an emerald splash, bearing the likeness and texture of grass but too artificial to bear any sort of plant. The very place was garnished with fine foodstuffs in various shapes, sizes, and sortings: most of which taken the form of confections in bright colorings. There was a chocolatey cataract collapsing from the bedrock, creating a flowing river flourished below with a few various pipes and saccharine aromas. Compositions of percussions and woodwinds mixed together calmly, all sounded off by a distant speaker as they’d filled the air with progressive vivacity.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the area already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, and other possessed horns; of course, there was at least one exception – few griffons. Many of them donned manes and tails with the reminiscence of gold in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and howling winds outside.

Out of many already in attendance, a sextet of ponies were found to be residing on a patch of land faraway from railings; each of them had possessed a multitude of significant differences between one another, something many likewise would care less about to say in the very least overall: for starters, half of them were all mares. Speaking of which, the first of which was none other than Do–Si–Do herself wearing a lewd and lascivious concave along with red rubberbands around the twin tails from her short orange mane; aside from her jet–black collar, she wore an openly matching ensemble of a dress, skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts along a white hat. Latching onto the mustard mare’s bosoms was another orange mare with purple tresses matching both eyes bound by a green tie, lanky yet buxom with a red collar albeit with depth and density: her flanks had contained a set of flannel hearts, predominantly pink with intersecting lines of purple and gold laid out like an incomplete grid. Lain abaft them both was a much darker stallion wearing a moderate shade of bright creamy tresses radiating about and cold eyes of blue: in regards to his attire, his right ear was adorned with a pair of small silvery earrings; of the entirety of his muscular body, his flanks bore a bowl of ice cream with a spoon sticking out at the side. Next to the first couple was yet another mare, this time an indigo pegasus who also had purple and blue tresses as well as some light cornflower eyes: her only article of clothing found on the neckline was another red collar, leaving flanks bare to show yellow shining suns’ welcoming faces already holding scoops of raisins in hand. Another pegasus with blue eyes was standing nearby, albeit another stallion shaded in silver: like his chocolatey counterpart, he’d worn solid gold tresses already running to the nape of his neck, except they were in brighter shades; in addition, his lipid flanks had bore hot pink drapery lined with lanky white zigzags holding them together. Lastly but not least was yet another blond stallion, middleweight yet he just so happened to be a light indigo, like the pegasus mare with a bright strip in the middle: still, much like the two peers nearby, his eyes were blue but they were also accented by freckles; also, his flanks had bore a big goldenrod star with but a tiny trio of horseshoes.

“Oh, fuck…!” Do–Si–Do cried as she was feeling her nubbins being fondled slowly by her lighter mare’s tongue, hardening about as the darker blond abaft themselves caught the falling fluids inward with his mouth from the latter.

The mustard mare’s moaning then intensified when her orange correspondent’s teeth had started chewing over the ords, causing the former to run a hand over the latter almost instantaneously. Even though their luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean that it was time to let themselves laze about since they were kneeling upright, especially with the chocolate stallion directly near. As a result of such unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air respired in and out of Do–Si–Do at various speeds and concentrations in response so to speak of, much to the lighter mare’s delight. Of the others whom were accompanied by the lone legatos of the mustard mare’s emissions, the darker blond had gotten a taste of her orange counterpart’s loins by virtue of proximity alone. Despite their viewers themselves, corporeal and otherwise, Do–Si–Do had smiled about as the lighter mare drank away the fluids provided for her, unperturbed from the unsurprising results.

After breaking away from the mustard mare, her orange counterpart was already becoming overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to the former and the fullest form in possession on display as the latter spoke, “you know it’s been no wonder that Lickety has been able to satisfy you since last year: you’re so fragile and frigid to a fault here…”

“Don’t push it, Plaid: I may have let you get away with eating me out earlier but that’s no way to treat a lady all the same here…!” Do–Si–Do spat out indignantly, breathing down on the titular tenant’s neck as she’d struggled to stay in control of the situation, “besides, it’s one thing to have sex with him but it’s another to make light of my performance as a cheap joke all the while…”

“Relax, it’s all in good fun: Star Tracker doesn’t mind either; besides, I’m still not satisfied anyway…” the orange mare purred as she’d turned around to get a clear and present view of Lickety’s own prepuce.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Plaid and the dark blond were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the orange mare started mollycoddling Lickety’s shaft all frolicsome by using a few of her own fingers to reach downwardly; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her sheath almost immediately, aware of its saturation. Plaid swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight whilst caressing her bust before she’d decided to do the same to the dark blond’s yard, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips around it. Each time that Lickety felt the orange mare stimulating, pumping, and licking the moistened yard, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because the dark blond’s tongue was already intertwined with Plaid’s sheath and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; however, only the orange mare simply broke away with yet puzzled huffing therein.

After Lickety was able to breath in some fresh air following the heavy moisture from Plaid’s undercarriage, he’d asked her in an instant, “what’s wrong, Plaid: did I do something wrong…?”

“Oh, Lickety, do you have to be so vocal here…?” the orange mare giggled after backing away to face the adjacent dark blond almost immediately, rubbing in between her loins with her left hand, “it was already obvious the minute you’d came into her flankhole earlier: hearing Do–Si–Do orgasming about left me already hot and bothered and that was before Star Tracker did too.”

“You don’t need to remind me of that: just be thankful that you haven’t let him shove his cock into your womb; the colt cuddling and felching is all that I can take from him, nothing more…” the mustard mare said as she was crawling over to where Plaid had been lapping at Lickety’s shaft not too long ago without any hesitation whatsoever.

In any case, Do–Si–Do was feeling her sheath becoming supersaturated as well, watching the orange mare placing hers back onto the dark blond’s muzzle with a heave, “in any case, he’s all yours now: you’re more than welcome to join us again anyway; I just took the liberty of cleaning him up for you so you can have some more fun together…”

“Don’t make any more suggestions about what I should and shouldn’t do, Plaid; I’ve already made up my mind all the same…” the mustard mare moaned before aligning her undercarriage directly with Lickety’s moist yard, her face burning brighter at once, “besides, his seed should still belong to me so I can have his foals, not any other mares, especially not you or Hyacinth…”

“I have no dog in this fight over who should bear who’s offspring…” the eponymous eyewitness chimed in, watching both Do–Si–Do and Plaid resting their loins over the dark blond’s prepuce and mouth respectively with lust in their eyes.

With the two mares’ weights presently concentrated whereupon Lickety’s body, he was more than content with their direct presence as they were both quick to maintain balance all the while. The ends of their cleavages stood on endwise from the chilled oxygen present and accounted for, the memories in which all three of them were stuck in the past as before, not that it’d mattered. The orange mare spread her legs wide away from the dark blond’s face and neck so as to provide himself more room and levity yet still refusing to release him from her thunderously thick thighs. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, Lickety had still remained at ease with the very contents of the two mares’ sheaths nevertheless. Several fingers now found their way onto the mustard mare’s nubbins, belonging only to herself as she’d moaned delectably from the dark blond’s shaft piercing her undercarriage sure enough. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: both Do–Si–Do and Plaid were still mewling and squealing about from having to share Lickety. Within a matter of moments, the mares’ libidinous legatos had increased from the dark blond’s actions and inaction as well as they were both slowly losing control of themselves so to speak. Although Lickety was left at the mercy of their compromising structures, they remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even with their concupiscence overwhelming them. Either way, the dark blond took his time exploring every nook and cranny within Plaid’s loins, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of their loves’ labors lost in space and time thereof.

Lickety had gulped as the orange mare shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between themselves as well as Do–Si–Do’s interaction being the very things staving off the wintry weather which had still snuck inward, “mm…”

“AHN~!” the mustard mare had cried out in an instant, feeling her sheath being filled with the dark blond’s extract before feeling a pair of lips latching on symmetrically, no doubt belonging to the likes of Plaid herself all the same, “mph…!”

Since they were still kneeling upwardly anyways, the mares’ eyes were still accented by blushing considering that both of their faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips had grown closer to one another whilst Do–Si–Do’s trembling had started to cease immediately despite Lickety’s act. The pair finally grew even more eager, their muzzles had finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for the very ecstatic exploration in the process. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves upon the grassy greens right underneath, especially since Plaid slowly broken away from the dark blond’s muzzle. Neither mare had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during their solitary embrace as their conjoined passions started to grow betwixt them.

“So then, are you glad that you and your bisexual boytoy came to this party, let alone to Trottingham of all places; pleased to find that everything was to your liking all the while here…?” the orange mare asked her darker correspondent with a snicker, stroking the latter’s sweating face after stealing away another kiss.

It didn’t take long for Do–Si–Do to go off and answer Plaid almost instantly, albeit nervously, “of course, I am… it’s just that I’ve never expected to let myself be open to have my flankhole being eaten out of by anypony else, let alone you; this is something Tag–A–Long would’ve enjoyed, even before she’d gotten hitched to that stallion Morty of all ponies. I’ve managed to only have sex with Lickety Split alone, even after all the years he’d spent having sex with so many other stallions and that dragon Spike but never anyone else, not even another mare. The furthest I had gone with him in terms of being kinky, besides wearing the sexy maid costume and being anal retentive, was shoving a strapon into his flanks instead and even then, he still seemed to have no problem with it either. Apparently, it’d seem that I’m the only pony in the troop whose frigid about sex: everypony else is either a filly fooler or swinging both ways all the same; even Tag–A–Long had more experience in lovemaking all the same…”

“Don’t worry about it at all; you’re not the only pony around here who was nervous about sex: Star Tracker was wary of me too…” the orange mare had wasted no time comforting her darker counterpart with words the moment the latter started shedding tears, “the dating game was awkward with him because he still the hots for Twilight, at least before she’d become ruler. In the meantime, all the experiences I had when it’d came to intimacy was from all these books back at the library and the magazines in some newsstand in Manehattan, even before I’d gone from a fully–fledged filly to a more fully–grown mare. Sooner or later, I find myself going to some restaurant in Canterlot which my employer Rarity and her friend Fluttershy had been talking about where I’d met this cook Saffron Masala one night and guess who had also showed up there. Coincidentally, Star Tracker was also eating at that restaurant too and you wouldn’t believe the face he was making when I’d first seen him in the flesh: he’d looked like a sad puppy on a warm night in the springtime. Of course, we didn’t actually see eye–to–eye literally the first time we’d came to the same restaurant; that was before we’d found ourselves bonding over someone we’d been crushing on lately so to speak. Recently, he’d already taken me to the water park in Vanhoover several months ago on vacation, though Hyacinth and CD knew about it anyway since they were there as well; we had a lot of fun together all the same, especially with her. Dishing out and taking in pleasure was all that I was capable of doing and spending my time with you and Lickety Split reminded me of that all the same; after all, I’m sure that your relationship with each other will still be able to prosper in spite of his preferences.”

“Gee, when you put it in that way, it’s rather comforting to hear those words from you, despite everything: everypony I’d met before Rosemound either confused me with Tag–A–Long or mocked me for being so uptight about everything; you’re so sweet…” Do–Si–Do said to Plaid softly, smiling about all the while this time around at what had the latter spoken to the former.

Stealing away another kiss, the orange mare had talked to the darker correspondent at once, “you want to know what would be even more sweeter…? Taking off the dress… it’s getting practically warm for you to wear something like this; besides, nopony else in this room is wearing this many clothes, let alone so much black…”

“I don’t see any reason why not; even Rosemound was colder last time…” Do–Si–Do replied, slithering out the dress to show off more of her skin to the onlookers before themselves; despite sweating about in the cold air, she was relieved having been closer to the naked now as they already were, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!”

As this was going on, Rainbow Harmony was found on the opposite side of the where the sextet had remained; standing alongside her was another pegasus mare with spectral tresses and cold eyes wearing a jet–black collar, the only commonalities they’d shared. In any case, their significant differences had made them easy to be told apart: compared to the former, the latter was more curvaceous, lack some claret, wore brilliant tangelo coating, seen things with cornflowers, and had purple lepidopterans upon the flanks.

“Thanks for being there for me again, Flutterbye; I just don’t know what I do without you or my sister having my back…” the pink pegasus had said to her fruitier counterpart somewhat somberly so to speak of overall, watching the rest of peers all the while.

The aforementioned mare wasted no time whatsoever in replying to Rainbow Harmony at once, “don’t sweat it, Mona… I’m just glad to be here as well, especially knowing how stressful childbirth can be; Samoa was nice enough to help me through the first few months in raising the twins a few years ago: Velvet Johanna and Orange Julian were pretty rambunctious back then.”

“Come to think of it, what was it like to raise them together: did they both keep you up at night; how were you able to go on…?” the pink pegasus had inquired her fruitier correspondent almost instantaneously, sitting down next to a bush full of peppermint, “I’m pretty sure it was no easy feat whatsoever…”

“Of course it wasn’t, especially considering the fact I had a job as a Wonderbolt: while there was no problem with us sharing Samoa at the end of the day, it was just a rarity, compared to the mundane tasks day and night; still, we’d swore that any foals I had would be from him alone…” Flutterbye answered Rainbow Harmony immediately no less.

It didn’t take long for the pink pegasus to speak to the fruitier counterpart anyway, “I guess that makes the both of us: the last time when we were in Vanhoover, I’d let the brothers have sex with me alongside with Lancelot at the time, all to distract me from the web of lies that Cozy Glow had weaved with me entangled into them. Retrospectively, I’d figured the least I could do from hereon out was to try and forget about her altogether for my sake and sanity all the same; apparently, the party invite I’d gotten from one of my schoolmates many months ago was a major factor in my whole life’s decisions so far. In spite of this, I still couldn’t help myself but to wonder the inner machinations of that wretched filly whom used to be my friend from school: as far as I’d known, she was one of many whom had treated me as my own individual and not some supposed relative of Rainbow Dash herself. Still, I feel as if that Cozy still had won in essence despite everything we did to counteract, or rather reverse, the damage she’d inflicted upon us; after all, the only things that changed between then and our nation’s founding was basically everything and nothing at the same time. Even though ponies were able to differentiate between my family and theirs, it still didn’t changed the fact that I’d suffered all the same: because of what she’d done, someponies whom didn’t get the memo assumed that I’m her wearing a disguise, all because of how similar we were. Sometimes I wonder why I’d gone there in the first place, knowing how fickle we can be even without the threat of catastrophe bearing down on all of us; even foals my age were able to realized how lucky we were when the Foal Free Press had to shut down the gossip column long ago…”

“Look Rainbow… you’re not the only person whom had gone down a similar path here: I’d a similar name to one of the Bearers as well…” Flutterbye said to the titular tenant almost instantly as the former had soon sat down next to the latter, “as a matter of fact, I’d remembered the day I’ve spent in the junior fliers’ camp over a decade ago. Rainbow Dash once said I reminded her of her fellow friend because of how similar we were to each other: our personalities, our name, our pasts, even our cutie marks; she was the first mare in the camp that cared for me because of them. Of course, I did have friends like Wind Whistler, Heart Throb, and Medley amongst others; they always stood up for me whenever others teased me for even assuming I’m her daughter all of the sudden, especially Medley since she already had a relative similar to herself. All that they’d done for me was convince me not to give up being myself and that was long before the Bearers had published the Friendship Journal; I had my own hobbies like birdwatching and exercising, all to keep myself occupied on becoming a Wonderbolt like them. Even though that a quarter of us had been invited to his party in Vanhoover months ago so far, we’ve been able to stay in touch with the rest of our friends all the same; if anything, then it would’ve been so much more meaningful had all of us had been invited but even fate had other plans all the same.”

“I see what you mean by that: Lancelot actually wanted to go with me to Trottingham earlier yesterday but he’d ended up getting sick all of the sudden; if it’d been up to me, then the least I could’ve done was stay with him instead for the entire weekend…” the pink pegasus prattled on passively with progressively palatable pangs of partiality within her percussive palpitations.

The fruity pegasus took in a deep breath before asking, “do you suppose he would’ve gone alone had it been you or would he’d stay instead…?”

“You know, when I think about it, I guess he wouldn’t; he’s a kind soul and a good friend: he chose to stand by my side when I’d been accused of being you–know–who…” Rainbow Harmony answered Flutterbye tenuously, feeling a spark of clarity appear before her, “even if I’d made sure not to let anypony else into my womb, it still feels like I’m betraying him all the same. As far as I’d remembered, I’d gone to Vanhoover to escape the memories I’d shared with Cozy Glow and the backlash thereof: as a matter of fact, it wasn’t like it’d been sent to my mailbox directly all of the sudden, least not from what I’d been told overall; I’d remembered one of the schoolmates back in the springtime given the invite to me as a gesture of apology all the same. Now, it seems I’m the somepony who owes Lancelot an apology for just leaving him here back in Ponyville all by his lonesome: he’s probably out there regretting the fact that he’d let me go out there to Trottingham all alone while he’s still stuck in bed sick; what if he’s out there plotting his very revenge scheme from the comforts of his own room all because of what I did to him…?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s not that kind of pony to hold a grudge, let alone anypony whatsoever; besides, you two haven’t tied the knot together yet all the same…” the fruity pegasus said to her pinker correspondent before grabbing a piece of candy from the shrubbery all the while.

Rainbow Harmony took note of what Flutterbye had presented and asked, “what are you doing, Flutterbye…?”

“Having some candy; this is why we’re here…” the fruity pegasus answered in an instant, passing one off to her pinker counterpart immediately, “I’m pretty sure by tomorrow evening, he’ll get to have some, thanks to us…”

“What do you mean by it…?” Rainbow Harmony inquired all the while.

Flutterbye wasted no time replying with a growing smirk, “you’ll see soon enough; now then, please close your eyes…”

The pink pegasus wasted no time heeding her fruitier correspondent’s words, shutting both lids in anticipation as its owner’s lips slightly opened a bit; within a matter of seconds, the confection was found to be outlining the former, no doubt the work of the latter’s fingertips as they grew wider and wetter than before.

“Ah…” Rainbow Harmony gasped before the peppermint candy found its way into her mouth, causing the foodstuff to be swallowed down much to the comforts of her interactive observer Flutterbye, “mmm… I’d tasted candies like these before but never have I imagined that these Trottingham variants would be so much better than I’d imagined…!”

“Glad that you like it, Rain…” the fruity pegasus chuckled before stealing a kiss away from her pinker counterpart instantaneously.

Although Rainbow Harmony was caught off–guard by Flutterbye’s osculation considering the recent turn of events, the former was at ease with the latter’s interactivity sure enough, getting a taste of each other’s contents instantaneously. Afterwards, they’d started to wrap around each other lightly and gently, already locking lips and exchanging some breaths within the interim since both of them happy to be in the altogether with their eyelids closed and firmly aware overall. As such, both of the pegasi had felt their faces burning bright from sharing the warmth with one another as their very undercarriages dripped about with achromatic fluids now accumulating at once from the close proximities all throughout. Anyways, passions started to grow only stronger since Rainbow Harmony and Flutterbye were more than eager to go explore each other’s mouths with ease as their dulled ecstasy was enough, continuing on tongue–tied afore tearing away.

Soon enough, the pink pegasus spoke to her fruitier counterpart with levity, “what else can we do together…?”

“I think you should already know the answer to that question well enough; after all, everypony else is doing what they’re doing…” Flutterbye spoke back to Rainbow Harmony before crawling away to rest almost symmetrically away from the latter, the former presenting a full view of supersaturated loins in the process, “go on ahead and give it a try here…”

It wasn’t long until both of the pegasi were found to be at separate but equal ends completely after sitting almost close to each other with their own distended ample legs. With their sheaths currently nudging closer to one another, Rainbow Harmony and Flutterbye had both began jarring against themselves very slowly as they’d interlocked. In only an instant, both of the pegasi had moaned timidly as the pulp friction made by their very movements kindled with but rising intensity at an approaching zenith soon. Excitement was just around the corner at once as Rainbow Harmony and Flutterbye had shifted their weight for support as their clashing coats soon began to perspire about. The tenacious milling about between one another’s undercarriages had started to increase in a collective momentum, bouncing to and fro against themselves in due time. Both of the pegasi had moaned loudly as their loins were soaking about in their own essences completely, staining the grassy texture underneath themselves completely.

“Hah…!” Rainbow Harmony gasped for oxygen.

It didn’t take long for Flutterbye to sit back up and speak at once, “so then, you still feel like you’d rather stay home with him instead…?”

“In essence, of course not, but it’s not like I can forget about Lancelot altogether either…” the pink pegasus answered her fruitier correspondent with little hesitation whatsoever so to speak of, “you’re a good mare but I need to focus on how to make it up to him anyway; besides, it’s almost Hearthswarming and I need a gift for him to give soon enough…”

“Perhaps Pipsqueak and Samoa would be more than happy to help you with that once we return home: we have all the time to in the world to ourselves to let loose and leave the troubles of yesterday behind us; ‘till then, why don’t we use this night to have some fun together here…?” Flutterbye made a suggestion for Rainbow Harmony with a wink of the eye from the former.

The pink pegasus rose upward to face her fruitier counterpart in an instant and responded, “well, I don’t see any reason why not: what do you have in mind…?”

“How about we kill two birds with one stone: I lie right there and you eat out my pussy while I do the same; sounds about fair, right…?” Flutterbye had answered Rainbow Harmony already before laying back down with a smirk growing wider onto the latter’s visage straightaway altogether, “please, Rain, make me cum good…”

In any case, both of the pegasi had gotten themselves mutually inverted towards one another, aligning their mouths directly over their waistlines as they’d gotten a clear and present glimpse of their target’s sheaths etched within themselves. Soon enough, they’d found their fingertips stretching the inner reaches of their undercarriages delicately, supersaturated by the recent performances made as the same liquid from there had stained every single one of them in mere seconds. The twosome felt the rest of their bodies crawling in their skin from the collective interactivity, mewling and squealing in delight before they’d proceeded to forward their own hot and heavy lips around each other’s leaking loins all the same. Each time the pegasi stimulated, swirled, and lapped at their sheaths, both integuments had started hardening from the synchronized sensualities; of the two, Rainbow Harmony rested all hands onto Flutterbye’s thighs, rubbing vertically. Because their tongues were already intertwined with the undercarriages, the rather instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their maws bringing themselves pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding as they were alone. Soon, their mouths, including the tongues within themselves, had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; after all, their bliss was finite nonetheless.

“AHH!” the pink pegasus shrieked loudly as the excess of her loins had exploded afore her own fruitier correspondent’s muzzle; afterwards, the former rolled directly off of the latter with all of the heavy panting currently escaping into the opened air.

Flutterbye had found the strength within to rise from her station and speak to Rainbow Harmony, “so then, how was my body; are you pleased to find it was to your liking…?”

“Mm–hmm… it was rather nice: I also kind of liked the massage you’d given my flanks earlier; it’d made me feel right at home…” the pink pegasus purred plainly as her fruitier counterpart had come into direct contact with the former once more with feeling, “how did you do it; what’s your secret here: something you’d read in books?”

“Summer classes: I was able to learn about the inner folds of the equine body within the past decade before I’d became a Wonderbolt; judging from the textures inside of your flesh, you were frankly kind of tense all of the sudden…” Flutterbye had answered Rainbow Harmony, kneading the latter’s shoulders during their sensuous embrace.

Despite both muzzles touching each other, the pink pegasus said to her fruitier correspondent without any hesitation whatsoever, “to be honest, I have been stressed out ever since I was young; of course, seeing that I’d told you my life’s story, you would’ve known about it, especially since you’d also told me yours as well. I never imagined that you’d have had such similar problems as I have, let alone be treated as such all the same: to think that all of this had happened because of the one pony who’d shared the very mane we’d been wearing since birth. Now, it’d seemed to us that were the new generation of younglings whom had lived long enough to make something of ourselves: you a Wonderbolt with such skilled hands and me a restaurant reviewer with a taste for the culinary arts; I’m sure that had we met sooner, we could’ve made better friends with each other…”

“We’re still friends all the same, even before the invites no less; don’t let what they’d done turn you into somepony you’re not…” Flutterbye had spoken up to Rainbow Harmony sensually before stealing away yet another kiss almost rather instantaneously, “always remember the ponies who love you and care about you as your own pony, not as of Dash’s world or Cozy’s…”

“I will, let’s just have some candy and forget about the past altogether while we can: I don’t want to waste the rest of the night ruminating on what could’ve been, especially on the likes of her; besides, I’m too into you already…” the pink pegasus said, returning the favor all the same as she and her fruitier counterpart were now lost in the moment as they were before no less.

After another minute or so, Flutterbye turned her body away, sliding off of Rainbow Harmony rather slowly so to speak of; needless to say, they were both happy to have spent time together with each other here, of all places, for such reasons. Much of it was self–explanatory and evident to a fault based on their living bodies of evidence: both shared the same area, rather than retreating away, apathetic to their coating therein; after all, they were most accepting of the turn of such events. With both of the pegasi slowly but surely straightaway snuggling in the soaking sweat, slavering saliva, and secreted saps shared and served simultaneously, they’d now softly sunken into the soothing sensations of slumbering stagnation soon.

Of course, this didn’t mean they were completely finished nor were the others anyway; after all, their concupiscence still ruled them all.

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'd 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 whom appeared, there were two ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessed certain commonalities that the former shared besides the lack of clothes; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of wings upon both their bodies. For starters, here was a stallion whose coat, although white as snow had patches of brown all throughout his very body that matched his eyes; standing next to him was a zebra mare with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein. Secondment, the former was a brunet: although matching the spots, his small mane was frazzled enough to reach past the nape of the neckline; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out but it did nothing whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color save for a blue collar. Thirdly, the patchy pony had worn a silvery compass and a crimson X with a jet black dotted trail in between them on both of his very flanks; the zebra donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics. Even their facial structures almost had the observer confused due to their varying appearances: his muzzle was rounded out, like many of the mares but it was filled up with some confidence; hers, however, was more boxy since it possessed various angles and a curvilinear base as well. The most contentious piece of detail between the two ponies in the altogether was their stature: the patchy pony had some meat right on his bones but was otherwise lightweight so to speak of; the zebra was also lightweight albeit with such bosoms in the size of baseballs that sagged a bit.

Effortlessly, he’d already planted his very yard deeply within her own legs, directly underneath the sheath slowly but surely along with a pair of his hands upon the sides as well with such ease. At first, the movement had started slowly like so, gaining some momentum as the patchy pony had watched the zebra bend forward until her purple eyes had faced the water in front of them. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did he start feeling his prepuce slowly maintaining its strength as she’d moaned softly with every grinding amongst their very moist integuments. During the whole time, the zebra felt the patchy pony rest his hands around her bosoms and had thought about reaching down near her undercarriage for pleasure, not that it was even necessary. Engulfed by the burning sensation upon their faces, she was now moaning the loudest since her loins were being rubbed up against by the likes of him directly abaft herself at this very moment. Verging on the edge of a discharge, their collective momentum increased on and about almost immediately as the patchy pony still sprang up against the zebra with the growing determination. It wasn’t long until he’d started losing his grip onto her bust as she was also suffering through a rather similar situation; nevertheless, she didn’t mind the discomfort within themselves anyway. Even as their hooves were about ready to give way, the zebra had finally squealed aloud as the patchy pony emptied himself into the waters eventually, satisfied by the payoff of their labors.

She’d heaved while breaking away from him at once, ready to collapse onto the warm and wet ground without any warning in exhaustion yet still finding the remaining strength to stand alone on her hooves as he’d spoken to her, “so, Master Pipsqueak, thanks for making me leak, but I’m afraid you came too strong; still, it’s far from all wrong and we’re far from weak…”

“You don’t need to remind me of that, Samoa: even after all these months, you still have it in you; of course, I could say the same thing for her…” the eponymous stallion responded gently in kind with some intermittent panting as his own hooves had threatened to betray his at any time, “come to think of it, how was Flutterbye recently doing overall…?”

The aforementioned mare answered instantaneously, “apparently better off with her, my dearest and kind sir: Miss Flutterbye’s sitting pretty with Rainbow Harmony eating some candy together. The two pegasi seem to hit it off, no need for them to scoff: the pink one’s especially doing well, even better than what others tell based on what others can quaff. Only but a long time ever since anypony could’ve dared to convince little Miss Rainbow Harmony to go off to another party hosted by Smudge Proof without a wince. Maybe with enough time at last, perhaps she can get past the memories still with flow shared with the likes of Cozy Glow corrupted by the dice already cast. Surely, Rainbow Harmony can retry the magic of friendship without fie or being subjected to the deception from the traitors to the nation’s conception so she won’t even have to kiss and cry.”

“Apparently, it’d seem that the welfare of our friends’ schoolmates is still improving since last time the three of us had met her…” the patchy pony replied to the zebra before they’d faced each other at long last, lost in their eyes with some lust within themselves, “it’s a shame that she’d to come alone this time around; we’d hoped Lancelot and the Daze brothers would be there too…”

“Speaking of which, perhaps it’s time for my pitch: how about I clean you through and through in just a sitch…?” she’d suggested, sliding down to see his still steadfast shaft directly in full view all the same with some anticipation.

Pipsqueak piqued with pangs of pleasure as Samoa started to sniff his yard with only lingering lasciviousness as he’d said to her, “well, I don’t see any reason why not; besides, we still have much more of the factory to explore tonight, all thanks to our gracious host and his trusty assistant…”

With the zebra’s knees having already reached the wet floor, she’d glanced at the wet prepuce with a quiet giggle hidden deep within the precipitations around. At first, she’d relied on her hands to knead the shaft around playfully like a joystick; before long, her tongue had slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once. With such salivation already making contact, all Pipsqueak could do was rest one of his hands on Samoa’s mane to stroke and pat, all based on the progress made. The zebra’s tongue had still freely licked the patchy pony’s yard before slowly forwarding into her very mouth deeply, taking a break to moan all so salaciously. Although he’d spreaded his gaskins a bit further to give her more room to lick around, the former was barely helping himself but drooled and blushed all the same. In no time whatsoever, Samoa driveled on Pipsqueak’s prepuce for a significant amount of time overall right until her mouth was now finished sipping extracts.

Swallowing it whole, the zebra had finally looked up to speak to the patchy pony all the same, “even after what you did to me, your seed already outside of thee tastes all the same like before: Flutterbye and I begged for more of your savory sweetness thusly…”

“Then I suppose you two will be ready for the big finish later on; besides, I’ve heard about all the others of your kind are here too…” he’d chuckled after watching her slowly rise up to the occasion and regain her own stance before vacating his personal space already, “I’m sure that you would be right at home with them all the same…”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, lest you’ll be devastated by another: we may be similar to each other all the same, but nevertheless different aside from name; you’re more than welcome to see her…” Samoa snapped without embracing the aggression in her tone as she’d kissed Pipsqueak on the cheek before sashaying away from him.

After snapping out from their shared concupiscence, the patchy pony chuckled at the departing zebra in a matter of seconds, “I guess I don’t see any reason why not; didn’t want to get bored all of the sudden either…”

It wasn’t long until he was finally left alone in the dank and dire atmosphere, quickly latching onto the supersaturated coat as well as his tresses. With such lack of decibels, it’d have seemed easy for Pipsqueak alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from translating them properly. Nevertheless, the patchy pony was already embodying the will to power, despite the stationary stance as the waters nearby him had kept running. In the grand scheme of things, he was content with the turn of events that had brought him here to this very location, especially in regards to her.

Of course, Pipsqueak’s loneliness didn’t last as long as a high yellow stallion was already in the fray gently covered in some hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some true blue was found to be flowing out into a rough shape to the point of covering up both eyes straightaway. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his middleweight form alongside with the tumescent prepuce wafting aimlessly. Shown slathered on the yellow stallion’s very flanks was a gilded fork wrapped around neatly by an enormous red ribbon in the form of a bow.

“Oh, yeah… take it in… take it all in…” he’d muttered hoarsely, gripping his shaft tightly with the froth as his own choice of emollient at once, “I’m on that hide now…!”

The yellow stallion already found himself lost in the haze, already occupied with his shaft as he’d slid the fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with the warm water and bubbly froth to aid the camp. He was soon to gain momentum as he’d started thrusting forward and back gently so as to avoid falling onto his back due to the slippery tiles; of course, he’d backed himself into a nearby corner only safely. Free to increase the pleasure, the yellow stallion furiously rubbed his moistened yard without a care for time and space, the perspiration and precipitation over his face doing little, if at all, to dissuade him. His chubby cheeks turned red like apples and not just on the face, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition right away, the very sensation within him had soon grown heightened.

At long last, the yellow stallion was satisfied, his creamy fluid now escaping into the achromatic solution underneath as it suddenly went down the drain while the nerves and stamina within his whole body finally regained control almost immediately.