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: fan characters Lemonpuffs and Minituffs will make an appearance in this one and they belong to mt; in addition, Zula and Trinidad will be making an appearance as well and they belong to an–tonio as well as Corey courtesy of Toyminator900 and Tails from Smudge Proof.

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

Braveheartedly Billon Backgammon

The wonders of the environment itself were hardly any different from earlier before: equilateral borders, stormy windows, steely background, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few scores of occupants. From what can be seen, many inhabitants had integuments painted with colors reminiscent of the precious metal in various shades, styles, and spans, barely matching the area in which everybody were already inside. As such, not only a vast majority of themselves in there were in the altogether, all of the mares in attendance also wore some collars; of course, there were plenty of exceptions in the form of three griffons hereon out. Just like the goldenrod section from long ago, all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs moaning, groaning, and squealing without even a care. A composite series of strings and percussions with blaring bass tones played about acutely from a phonograph with brief colored flashes streaking on in clear–cut shapes simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

In the midst of the very area had lain two zebras whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance now resting upon the metallic table’s seating lapping at each other’s flushed flowerbeds. Both of the tenants currently possessed certain common traits: stripey coating upon their bodies, monochromatic tresses disheveled throughout, and a deeply scarlet hue donned over 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 zebras alone were in dire need of an introduction even though there were others like themselves sharing the sosaid premises, free from judgment and shame overall. For starters, the mare currently residing on top happened to be predominantly black with silver accents while the other one was similar to fault, save for some white stripes instead. Secondment, the former happened to be wearing only tresses of black and white whilst the latter whom was currently resting directly underneath donned some solid silvers therein. Thirdly, one zebra wore a purple collar matching both eyes and a flower in her monochromatic mane whereas the other possessed only a claret collar matching their blushing faces. Out of the two mares, the one underneath was already wearing more clothing than the other: a jet–black dress with white frills and matching gloves alongside some plum ribbons. Nevertheless, they were still freshly exposed to the open atmosphere, especially considering the fact the latter had gotten a clear–cut view of the former’s sheath above the muzzle.

Sure enough, it was at this very point within time both of the zebras were currently mutually inverted towards one another, the exhibited one’s hands having made contact with her clothed other’s kneecaps already. Contentedly, the chiaroscuro mare was mollycoddling her solidified counterpart’s undercarriage playfully, licking the folds whilst a tongue had been stuck upwardly in turn, both fully aware of their supersaturated state. The former had swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight whilst caressing both buoyant bosoms before doing the same to the latter instantaneously. Forwarding their hot and heavy lips each time they’d felt themselves stimulating, exploring, and licking each other’s flowerbeds, it’d started to get so much harder, a pair of hands now grasped onto both rippling thighs. Because the zebras’ tongues were already intertwined with their respective sheaths at once, the instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their own maws, much to both of their interactive delights alone. Soon, both of the mares 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, timings notwithstanding.

At this moment, one lone jet–black pegasus was found to be standing up about right against the wall‘s heightened surface with bared integuments subjected to the cold. Silver and blue tresses were found making its very way throughout its wearer’s nape, already narrowed down into a centralized strip currently standing on endwise. Around the luxurious pupils were but circles of goldenrod already tempered by years worth of experience yet still retaining some youth like everyone else inside there. The sheer lack of attire altogether showed of the masculine musculature of the jet–black pegasus from top to bottom, his abs and prepuce on full display in the frigid air. Resting over his flanks was a minuscule mobilized stormcloud with a zigzag bolt of lightning trailing downward from its point of origin without touching the ground.

“So, then… how’s the show doing it for you, Thunderlane; do you like what you’re seeing now: two of our precious zebras sixty–nining each other in front of us…?” a masculine voice had escaped into the oxygenated environment instantaneously yet it didn’t originate from the jet–black pegasus therein but rather the yellow stallion standing nearby.

The eponymous listener had turned to face the corporeal source straightaway, already firmly aware of how different they were to one another instantaneously, especially considering the fact the latter ran the rigid shaft up and down with a left hand towards the zebras’ direction and said, “not much bad to say about it altogether, if at all: Zula and Minituffs are doing way too fine…”

“I’ll admit it was an excellent find all the same: it’s been a long time since I’d seen Minituffs doing it with another mare…” the yellow stallion had quickly replied to the jet–black pegasus instantaneously, hearing their mews and squeals entering their ears at once, “come to think of it, you’d already known about it all the same since I’d told you about it recently…”

“You don’t need to remind me of what you two had done back in Vanhoover, Lemonpuffs; besides, this is our first time coming to one of Smudge Proof’s parties and he didn’t disappoint: I can’t believe a pony like him had gone off to host it here in Trottingham of all places…” Thunderlane sighed at his aforementioned correspondent all the same without so much a care.

The yellow stallion scoffed the jet–black pegasus as the former had struggled to stay focused onto the mares still at it with each other, “you should’ve seen the water park anyway: all the slips and slides they had there and all the mares and stallions ready to have a hot dicking; I remember how many times that Filly Guide had squealed when I’d put my cock into her slutty butt. Her master had bought her that swimsuit that made her look and act like a pussycat and randier as well: she couldn’t even be satisfied with his cock already into her hot sweaty twat after all that he’d done for her; even Minituffs had no problem cleaning all the cum out of it as she was still begging for more. I would’ve done the same had it been up to me, especially since Truffle had looked so fucking hot as well; sadly, he’s only into mares, no matter which way they swing, something that I can also relate to on the bright side: in any case, we still had fun with each other’s mares all the same. Although to be honest, I think that Berry Munch had the most fun with all of us when we were in Vanhoover: she’d drained the both of us completely when we’d double–teamed her all the same, compared to Minituffs; I can still remember what it was like to compare and contrast when it’d came to giving them both some anal…”

“Speaking of which… perhaps, it would be… nice to try some… of your cock soon… now, Lemonpuffs…” moaned the top zebra quick on the draw, despite being overwhelmed with lasciviousness in her ultraviolet eyes, “it’s been getting… boring since we’d… been both kissing… and telling each… other about… our stallions…”

“You don’t need to… remind me of… what he should do… Zula; my dear… Lemonpuffs can… do more than just… backdoor action… here: I can suck… him off all the… same like we’re still… doing right now…” the bottom mare also heaved as she’d felt her titular counterpart’s two hands now exploring the undercarriage all the while.

The top zebra lolled her tongue as she’d sensed the yard shoved in her haunches by Lemonpuffs, recoiling about while the other underneath still lapped right after the former’s flowing flowerbed. The fact the yellow stallion was lodged within Zula had made him more hot and bothered than before, feeling her flanks contract every push and pull alongside the brief moments in between. Despite being bouncy, the top zebra was relieved to find that her fundament had maintained a tighter grip, her mews grew loud with each passing thrust throughout stirring with momentum. Lemonpuffs had paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Zula’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution still produced by her and the clothed correspondent’s previous performance. Needless to say, the yellow stallion started slamming into the top zebra as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relaxed anyway despite the rather lack of ease and moisture within. Lemonpuffs pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to Zula in a steady pattern until she was unloading her deluge onto the appareled counterpart’s muzzle and torso.

It wasn’t long until the top zebra rose upward and broke away from the other’s sheath in an instant, now rubbing her own as its fluids had still escaped from there and into the latter’s mouth while moaning, “Laney, be a good pony and stick your dick in me as well; my dirty pussy is ready to go as well…!”

“Well, can’t argue with that: it’s be a long time since I’d been able to stick it in there tonight; besides, I was looking forward to some action anyway…” Thunderlane chuffed pleasingly, finally taking a stand right nearby of Zula straightaway as they were now face–to–face, “watching you and Minituffs having at it with one another had left my dick up and running…”

“Glad to hear that from you all the same: I’ve be itching to have some of yours anyway; after all, it was only a matter of time before you have her to yourself as well…” the buxom zebra had said to the jet–black pegasus prior to stealing a kiss from him almost immediately, driving her tongue deeply into his maw after the yellow stallion grabbed onto the leftmost bust gently in the process.

It didn’t take long for the mismatched trio to get into position; after all, Minituffs was the odd one out when it’d came to what they were going to do now: the process self–explanatory to a fault for her goldenrod eyes to see now. Sure enough, Zula was stuck in between both Thunderlane and Lemonpuffs, both of them bearing their prepuces yet still different from one another as far as anyone can easily tell, not that either of them were concerned by that. As far as anyone could see themselves, the petite zebra was in no position to complain; in fact, she was starting to like where this is going, at ease with the threesome afore herself now still standing together with their own roles.

Minituffs just felt more of the watery compound trickle down and out of her gaskins after sliding faraway from them as she’d said in a sultry voice upon sitting upwardly, “ooh, she’s must be so hot: I never considered the possibility she would be that interested, let alone have a turn with you two…”

Neither stallion paid the petite zebra any mind whatsoever now her curvaceous correspondent was in their line of sight, focusing their shafts at both ends of the latter. Zula was nevertheless still instantaneously overwhelmed with such euphoric bliss as they’d both began to explore her very own body into their uniformity all the same. It wasn’t long until the bouncy zebra felt her egresses convulsing about since Thunderlane and Lemonpuffs were filling them in with their yards despite the differences. Zula had still faced the jet–black pegasus while kissing each other, focusing their energy onto each other as the textures of the yellow stallion’s palm ran past herself. Lemonpuffs stepped up the momentum yet remained mindful of the two peers directly upfront, driving his very prepuce into the buxom zebra’s haunches rather eagerly. Like the binary pair up in front, the yellow stallion salivated about prior to exhalation, jutting in forward and back out as the both of them now osculating one another. Suffice to say, the sheer experience Zula was enduring had helped her embrace the best of both worlds from the stallions themselves, taking much time to sigh softly.

“Just… some more… yeah, closer…!” the curvaceous zebra had struggled to shape a stable simple sentence, soon succumbing to the sensation of such sensuality suddenly, “AHHHNNN!!”

Almost immediately, both Minituffs and Zula felt them supersaturated with their compounds, more so with the latter thanks to the joint efforts of both Lemonpuffs and Thunderlane already. Closely etching themselves both out of the bouncy zebra, the stallions watched as the fruits of their love’s labors lost their structure when they’d slid down their subject’s gaskins so slowly. Even her clothed counterpart whom was left alone couldn’t resist turning a darker color than her own coating as the leaking liquid landing onto the solid surface of the floor beneath their hooves.

“So, how did it go for you, Zula: pleased to find that they were to your liking; come to think of it, was Lemonpuffs or Thunderlane the better stallion in the whole ordeal…?” Minituffs asked intermittently to her eponymous correspondent coyly, still chaffing the undercarriage in betwixt the former’s legs all the same.

The buxom zebra was too exhausted to answer the appareled counterpart after Lemonpuffs and Thunderlane left the former alone, both openings within the waistline now filled to the brim with the very extract emptied therein thanks to their collective performance, save for a mere mumble, “mmmm…”

“Wow… I wasn’t expecting Zula to be so drained after what we did to her, let alone so soon; does she always go out like this?” the yellow stallion asked the jet–black pegasus instantaneously as the aforementioned mare had slumped about on her own side, “I thought these two would still have enough strength to keep going even after orgasming…”

“That’s my fault I’m afraid: Zula and I were having some fun earlier and she’d came so many times I could barely keep up, let alone get it up; thankfully, there were some pills at the table to help us on the way: they’d seem to be more effective than we’d hoped, compared to her methods…” Thunderlane said back to Lemonpuffs as the curvaceous zebra shivered about freely.

The titular tenant shifted her body around and used two fingers from the left hand to dig into her filled flowerbed with a weakened whinny, “ngh…”

“Come to think of it, what kind of pills did you use on her…?” the yellow stallion had asked the jet–black pegasus as Minituffs began to go after her bouncy correspondent’s sloshing sheath at once, “I’m actually really curious about how it measures up against whatever you two were using before then…”

“Pink and blue; we had some heliotropes as well about an hour ago: I’d once had my cock sucked by a stallion before sticking it into her…” Thunderlane had answered Lemonpuffs in an instant while watching Zula getting her undercarriage cleaned out by her clothed counterpart all the same.

It didn’t take long for the yellow stallion to start walking off and move towards the rest of the crowd ahead of them after speaking to the jet–black pegasus, “I see then… I’ll be right back; hopefully, Minituffs will be finished with her fillyfriend by then…”

“Indeed, I will be; of course, you can take as much time as you like, master: she’s not even going anywhere either at this rate…” the eponymous mare had giggled after breaking away from her buxom correspondent’s flowing flowerbed with but a smirk, “after all, she may as well be good at enjoying this all the same since we’re both in this one together; isn’t that right, dear Zula…?”

“Ahhhnnnnn…” the aforementioned zebra mewled, taking another licking from her appareled counterpart’s tongue as the former still leaked.

Just like earlier ago, Minituffs still placed her face over her curvaceous counterpart’s sheath and slipped the tongue inwardly, already providing the former some flavor. It wasn’t even long until the lean zebra continued licking Zula straightaway, stretching the latter widely with a pair of gloves still belonging to the former immediately. The bouncy zebra had moaned loudly again as Minituffs ran roundabout the widening gaskins only mere centimeters away, eating their earlier emanation effortlessly. Both mares had barely helped themselves but drool from enjoying each other’s company, in spite of Zula being exhausted earlier as far as her clothed correspondent seen. In no time, the buxom mare had given out more small moans, turning into loud yelps of joy once again the moment Minituffs’ tongue soon licked deeper in the former. Even though Zula was now all cleaned up, her appareled counterpart never left the former’s side, lapping up the very residue and excessive fluids from the undercarriage.

After being splashed onto with the very solutions up in front of Minituffs, she’d wasted no time whatsoever in asking Thunderlane salaciously, “so, mister Thunderlane… should I go on ahead and start with cleaning out my master’s seed from your dearest zebra’s flanks right now…?”

“I don’t see any reason why not, Minituffs; besides, it’s actually really hot seeing a mare getting eaten out: Zula’s been needing it anyway…” the jet–black pegasus simply answered freely almost instantaneously, prompting the titular tenant to turn her curvaceous correspondent around, “yeah, take it all…”

Unbeknownst to either zebra present and accounted for within Thunderlane’s line of eyesight, there were at least three more of them in the same area, albeit on the far reaches of the other side. Amongst them was Samoa herself, now high and dry compared to last time as she’d been already accompanied by two others, both alike in fair dignity as well as Zula and her leaner counterpart. Likewise, there were significant differences between the remaining zebras still sweating about aside from displaying their own contrasting chests on the account of still being in the altogether.

Nevertheless, the remaining two were also in dire need of an introduction now since they, too, were inside the sosaid premises as the others denizens like and unlike themselves so to speak of. For starters, one of the zebra now lapping at the lightweight’s flowerbed happened to be a mare of predominant silver with onyx accents while the other, though similar to fault, was a stallion. Secondment, the former happened to wear her mane back in a tail longer than her true extremity whilst the latter currently residing abaft directly had his mane narrowed in a centralized strip. Thirdly, the quadrupedal mare wore a black collar matching parts of her monochromatic mane whilst the stallion was completely in the altogether, much like Lemonpuffs and his pegasus peer. Although the two in Samoa’s line of eyesight wore gold upon their bodies, the former wore an earring bringing out her irises whereas the latter had a trio of bracelets around his right forearm. Because they were already freshly exposed to the open atmosphere, much like the rest thereof, a gray heart was found etched on the quadruped’s flanks while a sun got plastered on the stallion. While both zebras were lightweight like Samoa herself, the other mare had more muscles despite having a hanging cleavage whilst he was devoid of either musculature or lipids therein overall.

Anyways, the muscular zebra wasted no time in licking her lightweight correspondent’s sheath, even while feeling the stallion abaft jutting into the very fundament as he’d sent tingles through the former’s body as the latter shut both of her purple eyes tightly before watching contently. The quadrupedal mare felt him holding onto her haunches firmly in his grasp, his muzzle buried inside at once running roundabout and within thoroughly even as she’d remained firmly focused directly onto Samoa’s undercarriage, almost ignoring his presence despite his very efforts alone. The monochromatic stallion still held onto to the muscular mare despite stopping to lap at the adjacent flowerbed beneath her very flanks, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to and fro repetitively even as she maintained concentration onto the lightweight. Soon, the quadrupedal zebra had felt some salivation curling down from the corner of her own hot and heavy lips with the sensation of the similar stallion’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst; having said that, she was at ease with doing the same to Samoa’s sheath all the while. In the meantime, he’d stretched the muscular mare’s fundament wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, threatening to cause a collapse as her loud moaning was being muffled by the lightweight’s undercarriage, the latter gently grabbing onto the former counterpart’s mane. The quadrupedal zebra gurgled about as she’d lapped at Samoa’s flowerbed, feeling the dribble from the similar stallion’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing that she would’ve done more to support her body before then, even with the latter mare’s assistance in their fullest view alone. As he’d still began to permeate all throughout the muscular mare’s haunches in such a rather illustrious manner slurping and licking within them all, she’d felt her face being flushed upon by the lightweight’s discharge as the adjacent visage became supersaturated with similar solutions.

“Mmm, Corey… shove your cock inside mi culera por favor…!” the quadrupedal zebra moaned after breaking away from Samoa’s sheath instantaneously to face the eponymous stallion abaft themselves.

He didn’t take long to pull out of the muscular mare with a sigh as he’d looked at what he’d done to her directly, “already with the anal–retentive foreplay out the way: you know, Trinidad, at this rate, your butt won’t take it any longer; are you sure that you want to do it…?”

“Fuck yeah, Corey; my flanks have endured so much more than mere lip service: toys, cocks, even an entire hand went up there…” the aforementioned zebra had spat out almost immediately, the stardust memories of her lightweight correspondent’s undercarriage still fresh in the former’s mind, “besides, that’s nothing at all, especially since I’d scored with Wonderbolts like them…!”

“Alright then…” a sigh escaped from Corey’s mouth as he was breaking away from the muscular mare’s flanks, standing on both knees with a gripped shaft in hand as he’d prepped himself for the ensuing onslaught.

Needless to say, Trinidad was now feeling more pleasure each time their lonely stallion slowly rubbed against her while sliding his tumescent yard in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Some vastly soft high–pitched moans escaped from the quadrupedal zebra’s wet lips again along with added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her very spine with pulp friction growing on. Even Corey could barely help himself, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting prepuce punctured through the fundament, causing its owner to go on wriggling straight on forward and back like some lavish caterpillar.

Not even Samoa was left out as Trinidad squealed, placing a left hand over the still flowing flowerbed about in its thick essences from not too long ago thanks to the lonely stallion’s action, the former wasting no time to comment on it all, “oh, look at him go, the two of you, though, bereft of both virginity and even chastity, shaking and shivering to and fro, northward, ho…!”

Still grasping onto the muscular mare tightly, Corey had moved his right hand to grab onto her adjacent elbow while his other hand now groped the tacky bosoms when the shaft had moved in.

The resumption of movement, although slow like before, had started to gain some momentum as Trinidad used her left hand to go in between her legs and begun wiping her sheath very slowly. They couldn’t even help to love every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: the lonely stallion’s yard was buried in the muscular mare’s haunches as she’d occupied herself. Each time they’d moved around and about, they felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere with only the cold air from the outside world providing them all relief. Two of the three zebras were still in a touching grip, the perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their very mouths as they moaned more loudly. The active Trinidad currently pushed two of her fingers inside her undercarriage while he’d quickly used his left hand to chafe her bust smoothly and pinched one of her moistened nubbins. Their continuous efforts were getting to another highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment. The muscular mare couldn’t even take it any much longer as she’d yelled out at the very peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the flowerbed and upon her left hand. At the same time, Corey plunging into Trinidad’s flanks had caused himself to shoot out at once, sticking it to his target before subsiding right away as a small trail appeared between themselves.

“Wow, look at all that spunk; I never knew my own strength…” the lonely stallion gasped after breaking away from the muscular mare with but a wet pop already, “are you satisfied now, mi amor…?”

“Si…” Trinidad slightly uttered before abandoning sheer autonomy rather considerably so to speak of.

The lightweight zebra also subsided, albeit sitting down next to her muscular counterpart’s head as the former had asked him, “so, Mister Corey, please tell me: how did your heart of sweet engage in the mere meet and greet ever so recently…?”

“If you’d meant by how we’d been invited to the party recently, then I would say it was just mere coincidence alone, nothing more…” the titular tenant had answered Samoa within an instant, stroking Trinidad’s back all the while after sitting down nearby as well, “to be honest, I’m sure that you’d already heard from Trinidad that it was our first time together in Trottingham no less. In any case, Samoa, I guess you could probably say it’d all started back when we were in the city of Las Pegasus over a decade ago: she was just an up–and–coming prizefighter and I was a lowly bodyguard who only relied on merely fronting as my own psyops; even though we’d only seen each other a few times here and there, we’d never actually managed to hit it off together at all. Eventually, there was this big concert that some band was playing in town all the way from some coastal city in southern Neighpon: they’d called themselves Dread and Hatred in Las Pegasus, which is ironic since this was actually their first time playing; what made it really interesting was that they’d barely spoken in Ponish compared to their native tongue, let alone screamed so much. It’s kind of funny hearing the words that came out of their mouths, especially considering how I’d barely understood at least half: my native tongue was actually Prench, although I’d also picked up some Castro as well before learning the language of Equestria; as for their words, I couldn’t make out what they were saying in Neighponese so I’d just straight up cut my losses. Anyways, I’d met her there on my night off from mine job as a bodyguard for some club near the resort once owned by somepony; she was a pretty sight to behold, even with the neon lights, loud noises, and countless partygoers into an otherwise darkened place: her shining eyes alone were the very thing that struck me as the most notable part of her very presence within the concert. Initially, all we ever did was talk and try to enjoy the music altogether since that’s what everypony in the city was doing; after all, there were other performers that came to do what ponies had came here for there in Las Pegasus alone, besides gambling: DJ Pon–3, Sapphire Shores, Songbird Serenade, Countess Coloratura, Squashing Pumpkins, and even AJ and LE…! Soon enough, it wasn’t just our tastes in music that grew but also our interests as well and not just in other hobbies so to speak; we’d also developed a habit of seeing each other at our respective territories at almost every singular chance provided to us: she’d happened to be hanging around the locker rooms and I’d been standing outside the nightclub door all the same. As far as I’d seen it, I’d never imagine myself having been attracted to the likes of her, let alone what she does in her spare time; as a matter of fact, I’d never even considered the possibility of her having friends with the same hobbies altogether so to speak: Zula happens to have her potion making skills on the rise and Florida tends to learn about plant life generally, especially flowers.”

“That’s interesting for you see, I also make potions from a tree; ergo, I’m a herbalist, another kind of specialist on my time that is free…” the lightweight mare chimed in as she’d soon moved forwards to meet the lonely stallion directly face–to–face without even daring to touch each other at all.

This had left him blushing about from the mere sight of Samoa’s face now already up, close, and personal, her purple eyes shining amorously like amethysts compared to his own starry sapphires so to speak of as he’d said to her, “wow, I didn’t know you were into that kind of hobby; mines is building toy planes but only during the day…”

“Well, isn’t that so quaint of you, this hobby you claim is true; even in the mean streets that belong to Las Pegasus’ mete, you’d even find a prettier hue…” the lightweight mare had sighed calmly as she was wiping Corey’s left cheek delicately, “the idea that you’d build toys separates you from the boys; it’s amazing she’d picked you to be her side through all while being so coy.”

“Just don’t take my stallion away from me, zorra: I don’t mind you sucking his cock as much as the next guy but I only need his seed in my womb only; no one else’s mare should get any action from him at all, not even from the likes of tu…” Trinidad spat out huskily, springing back up to confront Samoa with a sloppy kiss, much to the lonely stallion’s instantaneous shock and awe.

He couldn’t resist watching both monochromatic mares osculating about, something that his solid compeers nearby could relate to all the while; after all, there were similar scenes going on nearby themselves, especially considering about several of the other mares were either in pairs or the majority of a threesome.

Another thing that Corey had taken notice of were a pair of griffins off in the distance, both alike in fair dignity but nevertheless different, much like the zebras alone except in a smaller number.

Like fur, much of their winged bodies were covered in feathers: one was colored predominately in silver despite looking bald; the other was copper with several poking up and matching a tail. While both of their beaks were 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 collective lack of attire, a red collar had adorned the copper griffin’s neck, signifying its ownership as feminine; the quicksilver griffon had a prepuce red–hot with barbs. 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 residing among themselves, the quicksilver griffin had eyes of cornflower staring brightly at the mulberries belonging to his copper counterpart with mutual concupiscence.

It didn’t take much for the feminine lightweight to stretch herself out with a yawn, “so, you’re pretty happy that we were able to get away to Trottingham for the whole weekend, aren’t you, Graff…?”

“Don’t ever mention it, Gail; it isn’t even everyday we get to go there on vacation, let alone to its world famous chocolate factory…” the eponymous tenant replied as he’d watched his copper correspondent lower herself to the nearby shaft at once, “I kind of feel bad for the other griffins, like that blue one back at that School of Friendship in Ponyville, you know.”

“One thing I don’t understand is what reason would he have to give that ticket up to somebody else; Smudge Proof’s parties must have been really good in the past year alone based on what I’ve heard: as a matter of fact, I remember that Gabby was the first griffon to be invited to one in Vanhoover then…” Gail sighed before sticking her tongue at the tip of her counterpart’s yard.

As soon as the copper griffin had lapped at the top slowly, Graff frisson about with little warning so to speak of, “then we must be the second batch: besides us, there’s Gregor and Gavin yet they seemed to have no problem having marefriends instead of other griffins; come to think of it, was Gabby somebody’s plus one…?”

“More than likely yes: her coltfriend must have brought her along to the city back in the summer as far as I remembered the rumors…” she’d said after breaking away from the quicksilver griffin’s prepuce for a mere moment no less, “to be honest, I’d thought she’d ended up with that dragon fellow Spike; they’d seemed so cute together with how young they looked.”

“I never had the time to know their names or hobbies, not even once; their jobs had even made things more difficult for myself…” he’d replied almost instantaneously as Gail returned herself to his thorny shaft with tender loving care in regards to its surface area.

Graff had remained still even as the copper griffin bent her knees, glancing at his waistline with only a profligate grin while quietly giggling about without such a care in the whole wide world. Using a talon, she’d started reaching towards the quicksilver griffin, maintaining her delicate grip on his yard as she carefully kneaded it around playfully like a joystick, much to his delight. Now that he’d embraced Gail’s dexterity, he’d refrained from losing his static composure as she’d gripped the prepuce tenderly, avoiding all the points embedded into him ever so painlessly. Despite this, all that changed when the copper griffin had lowered herself downwardly, sticking her tongue out from the beak to encase the surface area of his shaft with salivation cautiously. Anyways, she’d taken in all the time and space in occupying Graff’s yard, lacquering up his protuberant flesh with her hot beak and respirations even as she kept herself out of harm’s way. Mere minutes later, the quicksilver griffin’s stance had begun to falter a bit as Gail had remained at his mercy, even as she was free to do as pleased contently despite the red collar around herself. Such was life and liberty for the twosome in question, despite their apparent differences not only to themselves but also to the rest of their equine compeers within the vicinity of the entire area.

For what it was worth, the yarns that was being spun was almost at an end, all for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether so to speak of. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve fallen asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there was still a noticeable majority having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

In this particular case, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath them all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such faint beige, already contrasted by the creamy orange ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit in a rectangular shape that was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings.

Jay and Meredith were present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with only black collars tightly worn around their necklines; of course, they weren’t the only ones here. Flutterbye and Rainbow were also lounging about into the very water without so much as a care: the former next to another pink pony with spectral tresses, the latter nearby a tricolor silver mare. Sitting at the corner was another mare in a black collar, this time true blue in such various shades regarding her tresses, coat, and eyes as she’d soon blended in amongst the mists gathered around. The only one whom had been more high and dry than the septet was a scarlet mare with a blue collar, donning brown tresses matching her very eyes despite the white streak down the middle.

The highlighted brunette was the first to speak up, “I can’t believe it’d happened once again: to think that I would be invited again to another party alongside these two Filly Guides and one of their coltfriends, let alone underneath a different roster I’d remembered; there’s just about at least less than half of those faces I can recall seeing last year at Rosemound no less.”

“That makes the three of us then: me, Toola–Roola, and her friend Coconut Cream; we know…” the fruity pegasus spoken up while blushing about in the heat and humidity around themselves, “it’s such a shame your friends didn’t show up this time; they would’ve loved the candies…”

“So would their mares: I know that Twist made some great candy back when she was just a little filly herself; after all, she did learn from the best and now she’s on her way to becoming better like the rest of her caliber…” Coconut Cream coughed out, her eyelids flying right open to reveal some gold experience from within them at once.

The pink pegasus had wasted no time whatsoever jumping into the very conversation as well, “don’t count yourself out that easily, CiCi; anypony can make great candy but it takes a special kind of care to make the best kind of pies in Equestria, much less in Ponyville…”

“Even so, there’s always someone better whether at home or abroad: this chocolate factory is one example on a much grander scale…” the silver mare had replied almost instantaneously, slowly swimming right over to Toola–Roola’s side gently past Rainbow, “besides, this place had been around for a much longer time than we were ever together, let alone before we were ever born.”

“Speaking of age, I’m kind of amazed to see how many organisms were found before our time: all these fossils buried right underneath our very hooves and then some yet the job’s not done; for what it’s worth, there’s probably even more here and abroad and we’re still not there…” said the lonely lounger in the very corner, blushing as her left hand was already buried in the sheath.

The pink pegasus had then said, “sounds like to me you must have had quite the lifetime so far, Petunia; sometimes I feel like that I’ve been stuck in the body of some other mare ever since that day for about a decade…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean, Rainbow; after all, I was there: to think that somepony so young would get caught up in all of this…” the chocolatey mare replied at once, bearing a somber mood as she was edging towards Rainbow slowly so as to maintain distance, “I just don’t understand how could she even be a part of this, let alone join these two no less…”

“That’s the same question that’s been bothering me since then; after all, I was the one whom had thought of her as a friend and then this happens: she betrays all of us and for nothing no less…!” the pink pegasus cried out, catching both Meredith and their amber correspondent off–guard without any kind of warning whatsoever.

Jay stood upwardly to speak out, clad in a hot pink towel covering up much of her body beneath the neckline, “I still think you were the lucky one for being able to live a full life in spite of what Cozy Glow had done to us all lately; I’d spent much of my youth bound to a wheelchair on account of fighting a disease and you don’t see me complaining about it now, if at all of course.”

“You don’t need to remind us of that, Jay; besides, I was sick with the cold last year, stuck right in between the sheets for a week…” the incomplete occupant scoffed as she’d climbed out of the water, dripping about in the naked now for the others to see clearly, “to be honest, my friend had honestly thought I’d lost my life fighting it when I couldn’t see here or write back to her…”

“Yeah…” Coconut Cream giggled sheepishly.

The chocolatey mare then turned to the highlighted brunette to ask a question, “so what was it like for you to go to his party last year, Tails: how did you manage in Rosemound; did you have a good time there…?”

The aforementioned counterpart had wasted no time whatsoever in answering about, “it was lonely at first and for good reason: it was around the time my dog Ballista was getting old and I didn’t know what to make of it; it also didn’t help that my friends Snips and Snails had mares of their own to share their love with. Seeing them lost in the throes of passion made me realize how lonely and inexperienced I was initially, especially when it’d came to the other mares trading kisses with themselves and stallions alike; as a matter of fact, I’d kissed a few mares myself like Sweetie Belle and Trefoil just to feel what it was like to be honest with you two: of the two, Trefoil was the more active. Even with the relationship she’d shared with another Filly Guide like her, she’d always known that they couldn’t keep at it forever like they’d used to when they were fillies themselves; to be honest, I’d never considered the possibility of her being willing to explore other mares for comfort, let alone have me explore her body as if her friend’s coltfriend did before I came along. Despite everything, I’d been able to make it through the night as much as everypony else did; after all, we all did have a good time together like the good friends we were since our youth: basically, I feel like a new mare after all we’d been through in the big city, capable of intimacy.”

“Isn’t that the truth…?” yet another feminine voice had escaped into the open air, belonging to none of the octet present and accounted for, “Sunny Daze and I couldn’t believe how easy it was for us to explore ourselves in a new environment no less; Ponyville was getting far too boring for the likes of us, especially since Twilight and Cadance took over where they’d both left off.”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the eight mares to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more mares were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had both just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some heated tresses, red collars around their necklines, and gilded coating on their aerodynamic bodies. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling upon was already at an end, unclothed and moistened so to speak.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as all of the equines whom were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the high yellow mares had tresses containing two shades of the same peachy bleachy scheme matching the fruit on her flanks whereas the other bore locks of star platinum brighter than the suns plastered. Nothing more else could ever be said about themselves, save for their eyes: the ginger’s irises were rich with an emerald splash whereas her blonde correspondent bore a dark blue moon yet still down to earth as the former.

“We take that the party in question was to your liking, just as before, Tails…” the sunkissed mare had spoken calmly to the highlighted brunette almost immediately, the latter still remaining unperturbed all the while.

The titular tenant wasted no time in giving out an instantaneous reply to the handholding duo in question, “it’s nothing to worry about, Sunny; it would’ve been nicer if Snips and Snails were there: I’m sure they would’ve liked the idea of seeing the whole entire factory together with their mares…”

“All the blondes that came to the party at Rosemound back then are more than lucky to be here at Trottingham of all places, Tails…” the eponymous mare had chirped before lightly kissing her peachy counterpart on the cheekbone ever so briefly, both blushing red, “last year was an eyeopener for all of us, especially Peachy Pie: she felt comfortable with us going out together.”

“I know that: Flutterbye and I both saw you two together at the Guesthouses; even before that encounter with Sweetie Belle, I couldn’t help myself but to feel alone there at the party when everypony else was having a time of their lives, even when it was mares kissing other mares…” the highlighted brunette said reluctantly so to speak.

Rainbow swam over to Tails’ side and said to the latter warmly, “you’re not alone anymore here: after Cozy Glow, I’m glad to have found better friends to move on with my life and not worry about such things anymore…”