Chapters The Greatest Chocolate Factory In All Of Trottingham; Interim
Author's Note
This is my forty–fifth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Gregor from Carnifex; Delicate Jay from Ruhisu; and Savannah, Trefoil, and Do–Si–Do from Art–Anon.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few months for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.
For Amber Waves
If there was one thing which had proved to be noticeable, then it would be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things still attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; in addition, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which accented with layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided its way from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is crossing. In the background, there had rested a blue ridged valley of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the snow pounded onto and even off of the variant earth very rapidly without so much as a care. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were exceptions.
In spite of the overwhelming precipitation, there were perhaps faint signs of life bustling about in a rather spacious place such as this; as a matter of fact, there was but one building in particular proving to be the case in question. This particular abode was covered up in a colorful coating, its clear crystalline cerulean created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece to be seen and heard without concern, even with the ice and snow freezing it all into place. The hip roof sloping down slightly on all four corners was topped alongside with shingles made of hay in a darker color than normally seen upon other houses, every fiber of its being becoming pale and devoid of shade and dark. All of the wholesome bay windows were completely closed, many of which were obscured by blinds while the sunshades hovered over them without even obscuring the view of the rampaging blizzard from the inside viewpoint. A balcony standing far above ground by mere feet had been pounded off with heavy downpour, covering up a thin pink table with a stripey blue umbrella standing above it and a pair of yellow chairs residing near the ensemble. Only the wine door had added the finishing touches to this picturesque residence, adorned with a small wreath of emerald splash hanging against the shine in the storm beating it and the ligneous surface abaft down but to no avail.
Of the many finite areas in the very structure in question, the background had served as the main foundation to the vast yet contained space in a hot light pink with the lightest of shades already emanating from their epicenters. The mere flooring shared adjacently already taken on the form of a ligneous cellulose, save for but a lusciously oval tricolor rug with its pudding plum circling around the magenta ring where the goldenrod remained plainly. The elongated drapes were taupe, bland and dark than the rest of the room as these lonely pieces of fabric were dressing over some sliding door, a simple gateway to the balcony cordoned off by the ongoing weather so to speak. A lamp with a conical goldenrod shade over the light bulb was resting onto the dresser as is: its contents being but only an orb of electricity being used to shed some light on this very room as it’d stood next to a picture near. A sleigh bed had rested against the wall fluffy and large, donned in a true blue comforter adorned with many quartets of hearts flowing about over teal sheets accompanied by lavender pillows, all of which had been misaligned.
In the midst of the bedroom had lain two equines whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the bed with more than a set of clothes already cast aside nearby themselves. Both of the tenants currently possessed certain common traits: metallic coating upon their bodies, goldenrod tresses disheveled hither and yon, and a deeply crimson hue donned upon their faces. Of course, there were some significant differences between the twosome, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting chests on the account of being in the altogether.
Either way, the equines alone were in dire need of an introduction even though they’d gotten the whole entire place to themselves, free from judgment and shame so to speak of. For starters, the tenant currently residing on top happened to be a silver pegasus while the other whom had currently rested directly beneath was a grayscale regimental unicorn. Secondment, the former had worn the long mane with strands already out of place matching both eyes whereas the latter possessed only shorter wavy tresses in different shades. Thirdly, the silver pegasus wore a cluster of bubbles flown free in a frozen frame on both flanks while the regimental unicorn had a gold starburst within a star platinum quartet. Out of the two tenants, the solidified blondewas already focused onto the shining counterpart’s prepuce while the latter’s hierophant green orbs had targeted the former’s fork.
Sure enough, it was at this very point in time both of the equines were mutually inverted towards one another, the silver pegasus’ hands having made contact with the regimental unicorn’s very kneecaps already. Contentedly, the solidified blonde was mollycoddling her shiny correspondent’s shaft playfully, kissing its tip while he’d stuck out a tongue up at her in turn, fully aware of the supersaturated state she was into. The silver pegasus swayed her waist responsively, bouncing around lightly for several times and moaning quietly in delight whilst caressing her buoyant bosoms before doing the same to the regimental unicorn. Forwarding their hot and heavy lips each time he’d felt her stimulating, exploring, and licking the dainty sheath, it’d started to get so much harder, his hands were now grasping onto both of her rippling thighs. Because the silver pegasus’ tongue was already intertwined with the regimental unicorn’s yard and vice versa, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their own maws and tongues too. Soon, the tenants had started to transfer so much stimulating arousal between themselves quickly it’d seemed they would’ve been able to get their wishes fulfilled soon enough at this rate, timing notwithstanding.
“OH, CELESTIA…!” the silver pegasus soon cried in a shrill voice as she’d suddenly stood up on both knees with a whinny, slowly turning around to face the regimental unicorn still directly beneath her undercarriage as he was now able to see more of her bare body despite being trapped within these thunderously thick thighs.
Subsequentially, she’d found herself sitting over his chest delicately with but an impish smirk, leaving him at the mercy of her hot and heavy haunches as he’d heaved hoarsely into her hollow fork, “Derpy…”
“Don’t talk, sweetie; just eat, drink, and be merry: it’s almost time for the holidays anyway…” the titular tenant talked tersely to her lonely target, guiding her right hand over his shining mane with a sensuous sigh escaping her lips while looking downward at him with her disproportionate eyes, “besides, this is payback for leaving me to date Lightning Bolt years ago, Ponet…!”
Despite the silver pegasus’ weight currently concentrated whereupon the regimental unicorn, he’d kept at it to her content, still lapping at the leaking sheath next to his lips whilst she’d maintained balance. The ends of her bust were currently standing on endwise from the chilled atmosphere present and accounted for, the memories in which she and her explorer were stuck in the past as so for the lack of a better term. Derpy had spreaded her legs wider away from Ponet’s muzzle and neckline so as to provide him more room and levity whilst still refusing to release himself from those thunderously thick thighs of hers all the while. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, the regimental unicorn had still remained at ease with the very contents of the silver pegasus’ moist undercarriage. Several fingers soon had found their way onto her nubbins, belonging only to herself alone as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes of his tongue having been made underneath the fork with only little input. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each others’ company because of the cold peace: Derpy looking down at Ponet’s face once more with a blushing grin as she’d drooled and blushed about rather freely. Within a matter of moments, the silver pegasus’ mews and squeals increased from the regimental unicorn’s actions, slowly losing self–control as he was left at the mercy of her compromising structure already. Although she’d remembered more than well enough to preserve his airtime, even she knew it was but a matter of time before such a lust would overwhelm and undermine her posture almost completely overall. In any case, Ponet still took his time in exploring every nook and cranny within Derpy’s sheath, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of her love’s labors lost in space and time thereof to their hearts’ content.
“Mm…” the regimental unicorn had gulped as the silver pegasus shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between themselves being the very thing staving off the wintry weather which had still snuck inward.
She’d cried out before toppling away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto a pillow nearby his hooves as she’d glanced as the pulsating prepuce still attached to himself with all the cold wetness entailing, “Ponet… can I ask you something: do you think that Sparkler’s okay with being single all her life…?”
“I don’t mind her making that choice of her own; it’s not like we’re in a hurry to rush things along for her…” the eponymous stallion answered as he was now freed from Derpy’s grip almost immediately at once, “come to think of it, what about all those letters she’d sent to one of the Wonderbolts back then; weren’t they in a relationship or something…?”
“Sadly, no… at least not to my knowledge…” the silver pegasus sighed as she was now moving her hand into her flushed undercarriage slowly, both eyes now staring at the very ceiling above themselves.
The regimental unicorn sat up and looked at her before speaking, “if this was about what happened decades ago, let me remind you that it wasn’t your fault at all; you’re a beautiful mare and a good mother to her: there’s no way Sparkler can honestly think she has a problem with dating at all…”
“I know that, it’s just that our kids as well as hers have been able to grow up so fast over the years, they’re about to have families…” Derpy spoke as she’s stared at the storm still going on before the twosome with a sad gaze now upon the visage so to speak of, “Sparkler’s been alone ever since, always planning parties but never having the time to go to one that isn’t Dinky’s.”
“Perhaps it’d be wise we help her come out of her shell starting new years: at the very least, she won’t have to worry about spending another Hearths and Hooves alone again; we’re her parents after all…” he’d said to the silver pegasus whom was now taking aim at his shaft once again all the while.
Smiling big again, she’d said softly, “agreed… besides, it’s been a long time since we’d be able to see each other again, especially before Hearthswarming Eve no less…”
“You don’t need to remind me of–––” Ponet had attempted to speak before feeling some wet and warm wrapped around his yard almost immediately: the source thereof was Derpy herself having already returned to lapping it away without so much as a care in the cold cruel world whatsoever, “DERPY?!”
“Relax, sweetie; I haven’t been able to make you come yet…” the silver pegasus giggled before returning her attention towards the regimental unicorn’s prepuce, encasing all of his protuberant flesh’s surface area with salivation as her mouth took it in much to his delight, especially when he’d rested both hands onto her mane gently based on the movements made over him therein.
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.
For what it was worth, things were already cold and light: the countless winds and moisture were overwhelming, already bound to a wide range where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The abundant stormclouds found clogging up the firmament were also dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon its target in question: a large conurbation consisting of gangling buildings. Lights and sounds were out and about as they were guiding the way for all its denizens through the chilled atmosphere, retaining their forms and colors despite the whitewashing and whatnot. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregiously standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance, despite their lacking in density. The only signs of life still brewing throughout the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that had dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were but a dyed deep blue with its small collection of vessels in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth so to speak.
Beyond the event horizon were a series of buildings surrounded by a very high metal fencing, each different from one another but adorned with accumulative precipitation all the same. From the looks of it all, the area seemed no better than a small village but heavy on both industry and commercialism even to be focused on a stable residency, compared to the rest of city. The various roofs upon the buildings within the area had maintained a variety of colorful clashed shades and hues crying out for warmth throughout its elaborate exteriors despite the snow. Many of the wholesome windows were either closed off or obscured by its blinds, each of them having already been tinted with deep shades of midnight blue as each flake clung to glass. It even had a series of open pathways amalgamated together to make a spectral tree; however, the weather conditions had limited such visibility, hence the need for some illumination. One thing that stood out and about were a pair of smokestacks rising against the stormclouds, both of which weren’t in use but at the same time emanated some heat to hold themselves.
Standing outside beyond it were a few ponies already facing the gates upfront in full view; in addition, there were a pair of griffins as well, both alike in fair dignity but nevertheless different.
Like fur, much of their winged bodies were covered in feathers: one was colored predominately in amber despite looking bald; the other was copper, save for a white head with brown accents. While both of their beaks was colored in the brilliant gold, the latter had matching talons and eyes sharper than hands yet gentle nevertheless while the former was painted in a darker brown. Regarding their outward attire, a red scarf adorned the bicolor griffin’s neck against the brilliant green tracksuit while a midnight overcoat was worn upon the gilded counterpart’s entire body. Despite bearing avian traits, leonine paws and tails were found to be sticking out against the cold area, setting them apart from the rest of the equines already in attendance nearby so to speak of. Out of the two griffins standing amongst them, the gilded griffin had eyes of chartreuse staring brightly at the factory before its lonely observers, devoid of toxicity but otherwise barren no less.
The other griffin wasted no time commenting on it all, “so this must be place they’ve been talking about a month ago: to think it’d be where Trottingham’s industry would be their focal point and Smudge Proof is just renting it out for the whole entire weekend.”
“I know, right Gregor…?” the aforementioned bystander’s correspondent spoke nearby him almost instantaneously all the while, “this looks like he’d spent quite an enormous amount of bits just for this party alone; he’d probably start up his own business in Griffonstone with them instead…”
“At least we won’t be alone in getting an opportunity to see what goes on in the chocolate factory, let alone spend the night there, eh Gavin…?” the bicolor griffin chuckled as they were both holding the mares together almost tightly so to speak of.
In any case, they were both brunettes with their own collective sense of fashionable clothing certainly suitable for the very environment they were also in, despite the differences thereof.
One was a chocolatey mare already standing besides the gilded griffin with glowing green eyes too, currently wearing a darkly gray ensemble of a cap, jacket, and pants against the whiteout. Nestling with Gregor was a light amber pegasus with matching eyes of exuberance radiating onward, wearing a red bow and scarf as well as a thick sweater and skirt painted in a deep silver.
The grounded of the pair had mumbled about, “I hoped we can get back here in time for Hearthswarming though; my dad and I have been spending far too much time apart lately ever since he’d found work a decade ago…”
“Take it easy, Meredith: I’m sure that your father would be more than relieved to see your return again after when this is all over; besides, I’m just glad we’ve tied the knot years ago…” the petite counterpart chirped as she’d spoken to the titular traveler almost immediately so to speak, “besides, Pinkie was so ecstatic to see us together…”
“I know that, Jay; it’s just that of all the places we’ve been to together, we’ve never been to Trottingham at all, not even for business: not only that, this factory looks like a pretty unusual place for a party…” the chocolatey mare had talked towards the amber pegasus tiresomely, despite remaining optimistic.
Laughing about loudly, the eponymous equine laughed, “you worry too much, Meredith: you need to go out and see the world more often; it’s what we did together…!”
“Yeah, I know…” the aforementioned correspondent said to the amber pegasus instantaneously, holding Gavin tightly in turn, “it’s just that we’ve never dreamt of something like this, let alone be here…”
“Don’t worry about it; just be glad we’ve arrived…” the gilded griffin said while searching the entrance straightaway.
It wasn’t long until Gavin found a white button and pressed it at once, hearing a sound before a voice made its way thru: like the griffins, the speaker was masculine, albeit aged by at least a decade ahead of them so to speak; it wasn’t long until the latter spoke, “what’s the password…?”
“Password…?” the gilded griffin stuttered as he’d reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a metallic envelope instantaneously: it was colored with a small series of stripes such as gold, silver, and copper alongside some crystalline accentuations sprinkled in; opening the flap, a paper with some words were found within only seconds no less, “Everlasting Gobstopper…!”
“Access granted – head on down to the Oliver building where the visitors are being processed; follow the matching lights and you’ll be there soon enough…” the intercom buzzed as the steely gates soon opened up afore the quartet slowly as it could be done so to speak of; it was at this point that they were now free to venture inwardly at once, no longer bound to the cold equations.
Of the many in attendance, Meredith was the first to explore the confines of the very factory, her hooves and the fabric over them now tinted with the aforesaid colors nearby as they went in; where their eyes had failed, it was up to the rest of their senses to pick up the pieces and pace therein to take in the details provided by this verbal clearance almost immediately all the while. Needless to say, the gang of four had nothing else besides each others’ company and the lights guiding their way throughout the premises, currently gasping in awe at the sights and structures already provided as they’d followed the very pathway underneath the ice and snow accumulating about due the gathering storm still in effect, mindful of its rather untapped potential nevertheless. Even so, they were relieved to be given the time and place thereof, happy to find others like and, perhaps, unlike them out of the cold and into warm interiors which were making up the bulk of the entire environment; as far as they could even see it, the beginning was on the horizon for the night was young, just like them, despite the shine in the storm already within clear view no less.
At long last, the quartet have finally discovered the very edifice in question without complaints: true to the information provided, the thick dimensions have been painted in a fulsome texture; seeing a lonely white door almost instantly, Jay had knocked on it and asked, “hello… sir, are you there…? It’s just us; we’ve all gotten the invitations for the party here tonight… I hope that’s okay with you, since this is our first time being there together…”
“Of course, you can come in now; it’s safe here…” a dry voice had made it throughout to the visiting gang of four as a small crack was formed before their very eyes, giving off a faint light as it’d originated from a closed crystalline candelabrum, “after all, we’ve been waiting for you all the same, much like the returnees before, are we right…?”
“Yeah… we still have the invites sent to us a month ago…” the bicolor griffin had replied bravely as he and his colleagues pulled out the very same envelopes from before in an instant.
Sure enough, the crack in the door had grown wider as the shivering quintet were finally granted safe passage in the building almost immediately. Now that they’d came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the travelers in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the very visitors’ eyes: a table here and a drawer there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.
Of course, one individual stood out and about in their collective way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleekly jet–black strands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were of a balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a singular nevus residing right beneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simplistic: dark orange hat, magenta longcoat, gold bowtie, gray undershirt, and dark pants thereof.
At the very least, the host in question wasted no time whatsoever in giving off a wry smile as he’d spoken to the party of five immediately, “well, then, let’s get started already: there’s a dressing room inside where you can all change into something more comfortable for the occasion here…”
“For what; what’s wrong with our clothes…?” Gregor said as he’d still held the amber pegasus gently, confused as to what had been said by the white unicorn, “it’s not like they’re dirty or anything…”
“You’ll know soon enough…” the lone host chuckled as they’d still awaited with anticipatory bated breath for the entire night.
A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.
Amongst the couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least several mares present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks as their only form of clothing; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being clad in air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Out of them, one was a tall lemony pegasus with her hair in a darker shade as she was already showering about, the suds and water clinging to her curvaceous form since all that she wore was but a rubicund collar before being pulled down by gravity, some of which passed over a set of some nosegays with each segment already arranged in a circular cycle of colors from a rainbow. Nearby was a minty unicorn wearing some shorter teal tresses already accented by a few brighter stripes barely matching both eyes: despite the lightweight cleavage therein, femininity was clear and present, especially considering she was also wearing a red collar; a trio of curved arrows trailing on in a triangular roundabout were found to be slathered onto the very flanks so to speak. A pair of gingers were also found to be there as well, both bearing petite bosoms, clustering freckles, and green eyes yet otherwise more different from each other as they were from the rest: one was a creamy mare with yet another red collar with monochromatic stencils upon the flanks whereas the other had a brownish gold tint wearing a jet–black scheme instead and horseshoes.
“Mmm… feels so good to be out of the ice and snow; nothing like a long hot shower to starve off some hypothermia…” the lone blonde sighed.
The coldest mare in the midst of her peers replied with relief, “for damn sure: the cold was making my body too frigid; I thought I was gonna freeze to death out there, especially since my coat wasn’t doing me any favors whatsoever…!”
“At least the storm will pass on by tomorrow morning, Trefoil; that should be plenty enough time to eat, sleep, work, and play, if you know what we mean…” the lighter mare had almost brightly chirped rather instantaneously, “of course, we have to return home afterwards anyway; Hearthswarming’s only days away and we need to be there for our fillies as soon as possible…”
“Samoa’s boytoy isn’t the only one who feels at home already: I heard that there were at least two ponies whom were from Trottingham of all places; Pipsqueak and Flutterbye had more fun with them than Rainbow Harmony did with Lancelot and the brothers Daze…” said the darker counterpart as she was washing her face cleanly.
Trefoil turned to face the darker ginger on her far right and replied, “Savannah and I had seen them both back in Vanhoover already: they’d seemed to be so happy together, especially since Truffle and Berry were there as well; come to think of it, where is she anyway…?”
“Taking care of our daughters, Do–Re–Mi and Pop Tart, with Dulce and Coronet back at Ponyville…” the creamy mare huffed complacently, padding her watered kneecaps with tender loving care, “you know, even I could’ve gotten around to letting him into my backdoor like a good anal slut such as a certain magical redhead considering that his cum is more plentiful. Of course, I’d still bore Morty’s foals long ago: both of them happened to be full of life and energy despite the hospital bills but so did I; nevertheless, I still love them all the same and so does he…”
“Humph, I’d still never imagined that scrawny little runt would get hitched to you, let alone after all these years…” the minty unicorn scoffed as she’d rinsed beneath both of her underarms all the while.
Savannah had chuckled a bit and said softly, “relax, Trey… it was my fault that I’d didn’t secure the door to our hotel room back in Rosemound; I was so determined to have some fun together I wasn’t thinking straight, especially with how exhausted we were traveling throughout the city…”
Almost immediately, the quartet of mares were greeted by another one, a pink pegasus appearing freely; like them already in the midst of cleansing, she’d possessed so many differences to them. For starters, despite the new visitor’s status, her tresses consisted of an equal color scheme with thin racing stripes reminiscent of a small rainbow, more colors than Trefoil’s tresses themselves. Secondment, the pink pegasus’ general dishabille had been accented by another jet–black collar, no different from the one worn by the mustard mare herself since it’d contrasted her entire body. Third of all, her eyes were reeking of an indigo prophecy, despite being firmly in the present and accounted for time and place shared by the other foursome already in the clear mists and waters. Lastly but not least, the pink pegasus had donned a blank snow white notepad with a lone purple writing utensil at the side of it right over her limber toned flanks, petite yet bouncy all the same.
“Hi, everypony…” she’d squeaked out, waving slightly at the other quartet afore herself, “my name’s Rainbow Harmony…”
“Well, hello there, stranger: I’d never thought we be finding you being invited again, let alone having already met my friends, Savannah and Trefoil back in Vanhoover; I’m Tag–A–Long and this is Do–Si–Do… we’re Filly Guides, though I’m pretty sure you’ve already known…” the lighter ginger had started introducing herself and her three peers to the titular tenant cordially.
The pink pegasus was blushing about, even more than the moistened coat and tresses she’d possessed, and said, “the Filly Guides: I’m honestly surprised to see all of you accept Smudge Proof’s invitation; are you four the only ones who came to the party…?”
“Not quite, we have another one who went and got invited as well: her name’s Samoa and she’s not the only zebra who’s there; Minituffs, Zula, Florida, and Corey came by too…” Trefoil had answered Rainbow Harmony immediately, the latter slowly approaching them all straightaway, “who would’ve thought there would be so many more of them coming to the party…?”
“I didn’t…” the pink pegasus spoke up calmly.
Do–Si–Do jumped back into the conversation at once, “let’s just say that I wasn’t expecting to come back here either so to speak, but neither did Lickety Split; he’d insisted on going with me the day he’d gotten the invite a month ago, especially considering it wasn’t our first time or party: aside from the both of us, the whole entire troop of ours was at Rosemound together…”
“I know… my first party was back at Vanhoover in the summer of the same year I’d met the two of you along Samoa and Berry…” Rainbow Harmony only sighed, currently looking directly towards Tag–A–Long and her darker correspondent too all the while, “come to think of it, since this is my first time finding you two here, where is she now…?”
“Oh, Berry… she’s staying with Dulce and Coronet to babysit our foals…” the creamy mare answered.
The pink pegasus breathed a hot one and spoke up, “that’s nice and all; wish I had a foal myself…”
“What’s wrong…?” the lemony pegasus asked Rainbow Harmony, noticing a frown from the latter immediately so to speak, “you seem to be down…”
“Sorry, I’ve gotten a lot of things on my mind lately since springtime…” the pink pegasus replied.
Do–Si–Do walked up to Rainbow Harmony and replied, “if this is about the party, then you’re not alone here: to tell you the truth, I was a bit nervous coming back to Rosemound with the rest of my friends, especially with our coltfriends no less; Lickety wasn’t like the others since he’d like swinging both ways but so did many of us.”
“It’s not that; it’s just that I’ve not been able to figure out what had gone so wrong with her back then…” the pink pegasus had sniffled a bit, now looking away from the quartet at once almost in an instant so to speak, “when I’d first seen her, I’d thought I found a friend on my first day at the new school back in Ponyville…”
“Which one…?” the mustard mare had asked Rainbow Harmony calmly and with compassion in the former’s words no less.
The pink pegasus had chuckled a bit mirthlessly, “Cozy Glow, one of the tiny trifecta of traitors to the Crown and Country of Equestria itself…”
“You’re kidding… you’d used to be friends with her of all ponies in Equestria?!” Tag–A–Long hissed about instantaneously, leaking away newfound disdain as her other compeers all the while, “even I’m a bit shocked at this development and I’d met with Discord for the first time back in the days of my youth…”
“I’m sorry you had to learn that truth from me, especially after all that she’d done to us; it’s just that after everything that happen, it still haunts me to this day, especially since she was caught the first time…” Rainbow Harmony only sniffled after catching the foursome off–guard with little warning whatsoever.
This made the minty unicorn freeze up in a flash, struggling to stay in control of her temperament as she’d asked the pink pegasus straightaway, “so what gives: ya had no problem sharing moments with the likes of that usurper but her punishment’s a problem to ya all of the sudden…?”
“Actually, it was much worse that that: even though Cozy was caught and punished, I still couldn’t get rid of our memories…” Rainbow Harmony replied without a care in the whole wide world yet still mindful of the quartet’s feeling thereof, “I’d never considered the possibility of her wanting to take over Equestria, let alone the School of Friendship so to speak of…”
“It would’ve been even nicer if you’d met with the Crusaders first before finding her; at least they were more loyal compared to her…” the creamy mare huffed indignantly, comfortably numbed to the mist and water around themselves due to their near lack of textiles overall.
The pink pegasus sighed with melancholy within her breath, “I know but she was the first pony I’d lain eyes on since our first day there; I’d honestly thought that we’d shared something special together when it’d opened up: schedules, hobbies, dreams… Growing up with rainbow hair has been nothing but a problem for me ever since the Summer Sun Celebration, especially considering whom played a role in saving the world with the Elements. Like my sister, Flash, we’d barely gone one day in our lives without other ponies trying to ask either of us if we’re long lost relatives to Dash because of our lone commonalities so to speak. Of course, the press died down as soon as enough time passed only for them to come back every time she did this and that no less; even the Foal Free Press had gotten into the whole mess too. Our family became so sick and tired of the constant harassment, we had to leave Bales and start a new life in another town; there was even one time I’d thought about shaving my mane and tail. Simply put, our parents thought Ponyville would be a good start despite you–know–who taking residency here; of course, it was going to be on the outskirts so we wouldn’t worry about them.”
“Oh, my… we’d never seemed to have thought of it that way…” Savannah said as Rainbow Harmony shed some tears before them reluctantly, leaving the rest to ponder on such sentiments overall; the former was no different, “I hope this party cheers her up again like before…”
The Greatest Chocolate Factory In All Of Trottingham; Interim
Entranced Electrum Esquire
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.
The Greatest Chocolate Factory In All Of Trottingham; Interim
Braveheartedly Billon Backgammon
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…”
The Greatest Chocolate Factory In All Of Trottingham; Interim
Roundabout Rainbow Repetition
The wondrous environment had still possessed some white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants. Still, the room also had its very own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of ponies in attendance. Ultimately, the many occupants’ manes and tails were colored in chocolate in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone remained. Now, like before, although a vast majority of them within the room was already in the altogether, many were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their own skin. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active, discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys played about acutely from the phonograph, all mixed together with the warm atmosphere bearing wonder and whimsy. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of proper summary overall; of course, such variations were needed for much completion.
Notably, there happened to be at least two individuals whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting upon the carpeting, in the altogether like many of their peers around them. Each of them currently possessed only a few certain common traits: hierophant green irises already reeking of libidinousness and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that perhaps one observer would’ve taken notice therein, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting forms.
A bulky copper yak lain prone with a fullest form as two braids of some matching hair circled around both ears with baby blue barrettes: a rubicund collar around the neckline was all that was needed for the others to know its wearer was feminine to a fault, despite the abundance of fur over the very body; of course, all that she wore were some golden bracelets and anklets. Abaft was a singular shamrock stallion with eyes and tresses in various shades of the same color, especially given the fact the latter had clashed in between opalescence and aquamarine; like her, he, too, was in the altogether, showing off a lightweight body with flanks bearing a small bale of turtles swimming stagnantly together in a finite sea of emerald splash making up the formation.
He’d already taken aim at the singular yak’s fundament, having spread them apart with both hands before jutting right away into her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly at the shamrock stallion still latched onto her breech all the same. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath beneath the yak’s croup, yielding out even more pleasure. Each time the shamrock stallion’s tongue had switched back to the fundament and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the yak’s fundament a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to close her emerald splashed eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the shamrock stallion’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.
“Hng… please go on, Sandbar: eat Yona out; yak so hot, about to burst soon…” the singular yak had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight breech with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same so to speak of.
At this point in time, the shamrock stallion was currently kneeling upwardly with his prepuce pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay Sandbar, this is just like what Gallus showed you back at movie night sometime ago…”
It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed shaft had soon went inside of Yona’s croup, causing the latter to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft carpeting all the while. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Sandbar clung onto the singular yak firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick fur. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did she’d started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained nearby underneath. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the shamrock stallion pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against Yona with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly despite their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Sandbar had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the singular yak, her fundament now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body while the shamrock stallion had clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, Yona was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves all the same no less. With that said, although the singular yak had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and Sandbar were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew.
“Don’t give up… Yona almost there…!” she’d pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the shamrock stallion’s yard swelled within before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her breech with its excesses covering the edges as well as around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SANDBAR…!”
“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and Yona, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with exhaustion yet filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.
The singular yak felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them now becoming stabilized after what Sandbar had done to her, too overwhelmed with concupiscence to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.
After several minutes of respite from their collective performance, she’d purred with tranquility in the process, “Sandbar, can I ask you question…?”
“Sure, why not; you’re more than welcome to ask me anything: what’s on your mind right now?” the shamrock stallion cooed as he’d snuggled further upward over Yona’s body gently, taken in by her thick layers of integuments alone, “is this about the party going on now…?”
“Not at all, Sandbar; about city Trottingham: what do you think of so far…?” the singular yak had inquired him almost instantaneously.
The eponymous individual climbed nearby her side and gave out an answer, “I think it’s beautiful: it’s so far away from the Equestrian mainland yet still connected all the same; it kind of reminds the both of us about home and the creatures that live here like the friends we’ve made many years ago…”
“Yona know too: weather feel nice and easy on yak fur this time of year and locals remind us of classmates from other lands…” the aforementioned giantess had sighed with relief while facing the shamrock stallion with a slight smirk upon the kind visage, “Yona also wish they were here too with us: yak sure our bestest of friends would like city too, snow or no snow, Sandbar…”
“Same here, Yona… same here…” he’d said to the singular yak tenderly, now using what little strength they both have together to share a kiss between themselves as there green eyes became accented with blushing considerably; as a result, even the light and thin oxygen became heavy and dense with every breath they took in such a short time, thanks to their mismatched muzzles.
For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.
To the many who were nestled into the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of rainbows while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.
Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were of the most common species: many were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there were exceptionals. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of metals in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.
Tag–A–Long was lying supine upon the bed with her head on the pillow and both legs pointed in the air, looking to find a peachy pegasus stallion holding them all gently in place kneeling abaft. His brown mane was small enough to be all straightened out and rounded off into a circle yet the creamy ginger could see a few strands standing up on endwise in the relative darkness therein. She’d also seen the peachy pegasus’ eyes shimmering about with some baby blue irises, both of which were much colder than the brilliant green in possession yet warm as one of the seven seas. Even though that the lone brunet had shared the same scrawny figure as Do–Si–Do herself, he was clearly different from both her and Tag–A–Long despite their own similarities so to speak. In addition, the peachy pegasus had donned some sundials on both of his flanks, already frozen in place not by ice and snow beyond the bedchamber their kind took refuge from proactively.
The brunet began thrusting himself into the creamy ginger, using his right hand to massage the cleavage as she’d supported herself onto his mobile body with both cannons. She’d passively spread both legs apart with her own hands to allow the peachy pegasus easy access for him already occupying the croup at this passing moment thereof. Though initially gentle, the brunet’s exploration gradually went up in speed; of course, Tag–A–Long didn’t mind him at all for the most part since she was already in bliss. The peachy pegasus was delivering crushing blows upon the creamy ginger’s fundament, leaving her moaning about as they’d both racked up some perspiration almost instantly. She’d felt her sheath gathering up some fluids from the constant bump and grind courtesy of the brunet already attending to her whims, a fraction leaking over to his prepuce. Tag–A–Long’s tongue lolled about as the peachy pegasus panted and moaned alongside herself every time he went in and out like a functioning piston, albeit made of flesh. Needless to say, they were fast approaching and of the two in question, the brunet was well aware of it as his shaft had built up deeply inside the creamy ginger’s breech. The leaking undercarriage which had belonged to her subsequently acted as an emollient for the peachy pegasus whom let out a big moan and some tincture at once already. Almost immediately, Tag–A–Long, too, had joined in as well, already satisfied enough to have surrendered herself to lethargy brought about by their fruits of laborious love.
“Oh, jeez…!” the brunet panted, the numbness brought about from his yard to the creamy ginger’s croup setting in as she’d bit her tongue lightly prior to him collapsing about all the same.
Now that both equines were directly making close contact, they’d taken the time to open their smiling muzzles with such a relief as her legs also submitted to gravity. The twosome grew a little more eager as their similar tongues had finally slipped out from the mouths of gladness to explore each other directly in a shady daze alone. Such overwhelming ecstasy had caused themselves to quiver about as their hearts raced onward, still containing enough strength to continue for at least another minute.
Before they’d gotten too tongue–tied in that passing moment, Tag–A–Long broke off from the osculation and questioned the peachy pegasus, “so, Morty… what does Trottingham remind you of now: anyplace in particular happens to ring a bell…?”
“Obviously, my homeworld; so much of it reminds me of why we’re so different from each other all the same despite everything…” the brunet had answered the creamy ginger almost rather instantaneously, turning on his side to rest nearby herself straightaway, “back in Ganymede, there’s so many problems here and abroad, they gave me nightmare ever since I was even born. Even before Rick returned, I’d get a glimpse of all sorts of things beforehand: stories of war, terrorism, rebellions, famine, and rigged elections; the reality of them all would never make into the books read to and by us younglings even if we’d picked up a dictionary. Zipping back and forth, I’d never prepared myself for what I was about to face before that fateful day; after all, Summer and I were still kids worrying about curfews and school, none of this saving the world fantasy they’ve been selling us since birth. Plainly speaking, even before I’d met you years ago, I still can’t wrap my head around why everyone’s so used to causing each other and ourselves misery; once upon a time, all this stuff about flying cars and jetpacks with the robots on skateboards seems like future worth living in and fighting for. Zany scheme never bode well in reality no matter what because of petty concerns about interest and complexity, something he knew well; after all, grandpa could basically teach an entire class of kindergartners about algebra and he’ll be out the door before the week is even over so to speak of.”
“Speaking of which, Do–Re–Mi’s going to be starting preschool in a few years’ time; in addition, we need to think about how Pop Tart will handle herself in daycare: our firstborn had a hard time being left alone with foals her age since then…” she’d replied with a hint of apprehension in her tone while looking at one of the windows within the darkness.
Despite of the flotsam and jetsam borne from such licentiousness around themselves, Morty said, “I know that: separation anxiety’s not a joke and my parents remember it all too well; I wonder if Rick had to deal with this when my mother was born…”
“Focus on the future and we’ll be fine; besides, we all have foals to worry about looking after once we return home…” Tag–A–Long had yawned before falling asleep with little warning whatsoever so to speak of, “goodnight, Morty… see you tomorrow…”
Afterwards, silence slowly slipped into the room as its occupants huffed and puffed greatly into extreme exhaustion as they’d burned passionately. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky had currently started to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into sleep. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped right away slumbering, few of whom with fabric adorned.
That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now cleared of the shine in the storm not too long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.
Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had been painted white like an untouched canvas, presenting a realm of possibilities known and unknown to be displayed. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the void of time, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the static mesh of uniformity. To say about their very origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what would’ve transpired directly in these vantage points.
Up in front of them all were a pair of ponies, standing nearby a few boxes of cardboard filled with cassettes, discs, and reels inside them: a white unicorn and a silver pegasus in the altogether as they were already in a sensuous embrace, hands behind their targets’ bared backs up, close, and personal to a fault. Given the ample bosom and voluptuous curves, he was already at ease with the fact his target was a mare, her body adorned with countless freckles and shiny golden rings piercing nubbins as the attire was a jet–black ensemble darker than her tresses of a skirt, gloves, and stockings alongside a purple collar. Hereon, the silver pegasus’ eyes were reminiscent of the brilliant green, much like the very grass dancing in the winds whilst she’d stared at the white unicorn with euphoria, her loins currently stained with such viscous liquids trailing betwixt her very own legs to no end in sight whatsoever thanks to himself alone.
Sure enough, the twosome had already seized this very golden opportunity not too different or similar to the encounters shared by the likes of them alone, especially considering their priorities. Eventually at once, her narrow flowerbed had been firmly aligned with his prepuce almost immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from their owners’ mouths. Already, the white unicorn started resting his very hands upon the silver pegasus’ flanks and back, slowly planting his muzzle onto hers before running his tongue against the latter casually. She didn’t care about the fact that most of their clothes had already amounted to air and water, feeling his shaft directly in her sheath calibrating their collective movements instantaneously. Throughout their very ordeal, the silver pegasus slowly wrapped her arms around the back of the white unicorn’s neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now trading momentum. In due time, both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two ponies moan. Now gearing up from the white unicorn’s yard inside the silver pegasus, each intensified pulp friction caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants shared betwixt. Grasping onto his back tightly, she’d also felt his grip tightening as her very body was suddenly threatening to give way, their placement prompting her to raise the right hoof and bend the knee. Soon at last, the white unicorn began shooting out, this time in the path of the silver pegasus’ undercarriage with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly with lust.
“So, master Smudge Proof, how was my dainty little cunt; does it still feel so hot and ready since I’d last foaled months ago…?” she’d asked aloud after calmly breaking away with a sensuous huff no less.
The titular stallion had moaned, kissing the silver pegasus hot on the lips again before she’d lowered herself to glance at his prepuce directly, “of course and the fact that you’d tasted the sweet nectar of another mother such as madame Barbarella herself was enough for the likes of me to run you ragged all in front of her friends, Peppermint Twist–A–Loo and Tag–A–Long…”
“At least their wombs were filled with enough life to be on display as we were being painted months ago…” she’d said to the white unicorn, already slowly and gently stroking, massaging, and even rubbing the shaft a few times with her hand, giving him indication on what was going to be done next, “besides, their stallions were handsomely compensated for their time spent…”
“Indeed, they were, Silver Wing; after all, these two unicorns and that pegasus were happy to give all of them the time of their lives, especially considering all the mares were earth ponies: I remember all too well one of them has a cousin whom we’d already met twice since last year…” he’d replied to the eponymous mare already glancing at his sodden yard with a profligate grin.
The silver pegasus kneaded Smudge Proof’s prepuce around playfully like a joystick, giggling about with little care in the world altogether, “don’t even dare to count yourself out, master: you had a lot of fun with me while the painting was being done; as a matter of fact, I’ve had the most fun eating out Babs and Twist since they’d both enjoyed some anal like I did thanks to you…”
Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation soon made contact, causing the white unicorn to grit his teeth thanks to her as he’d hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that he could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet–black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making with his unyielding shaft at once.
With the silver pegasus’ tongue still licking Smudge Proof’s yard before slowly forwarding about, he’d whispered quietly in her ear, “good girl… just like that.”
Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that the white unicorn was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened prepuce inside her deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. He could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his shaft as both hands held onto to her constricted wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significance time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract all the same so to speak.
“Oh, master… what a glorious cock you have…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous Smudge Proof soon enough, “it’s a miracle that your seed had been able to fill me with a child of ours already…”
“It’s such a shame that we’re gonna have to play it safe in order to be good parents; of course, there’s the matter of business in regards to our situation here and there: it’s only a matter of time until we return to the mainland to come up with our next party…” the white unicorn had sighed as she’d found herself standing back onto two hooves with a satisfied smirk upon the visage.
Swallowing a mixture of both air and fluids alike, Silver Wing wasted no time giggling after wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck gently, “at least we have enough money to hire the finest ponies to help raise our young; that way, we get to continue having all the time in the world being the life of the party together while they’re off having simple lives of their own.”
“Who wouldn’t have one…?” Smudge Proof suppressed a yawn while looking at the silver pegasus deep into her eyes at once, “Princess Twilight’s reign may be recent compared to her predecessors yet she shows promise all the same; still, we can ill afford to have her be privy to our plots here and there, especially while we’re in the mainland. Even without her direct attachments to the Crown and Country, Springwheel ain’t the only ones hot on our trail lately: I’d remember some stallion by the name of Grand Pear had harassed one of our distributors back at Ponyville months ago; although I have no problem taking this to trial, we need to keep the parties a secret for the time being…”
“Of course… after all, the participants are still of age anyway, my love…” she’d replied, kissing the white unicorn once more.
Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had become clear enough, the golden sun now shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found with its many buildings standing out and about within the vast and magnificent cubic areas currently upon display.
Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Standing upon ground zero, it was built with a standard set of sturdiest bricks known to the entire world and history of architecture altogether. It was surrounded by a fence with a black steel gate and all of it was colored a light burgundy with a side helping of a creamy beige shades. Open fields were also present yet they were covered in white as if they were a simple vanilla ice cream served alongside some cake and bacon.
The insides were so much better and with good reasons alone: every part of the ceiling along the walls had been painted white, small green plants basked and bathed in the moist warm soil, and flat floorboards were wooden and brownish gold; nonetheless, all was well and good for now. After all, there was artwork of all shapes and sizes at every turn of the very facility in question: sculptures, paintings, collages, anything of artistic value whatsoever was the result of what the author had in mind for them based on the surroundings and/or was back then in the distant past. Whether they’d gained fame overnight, within a fortnight, at the turn of any period, or even after death, most of them were made by any means necessary: paper, plastic, metal, glass, sand, stone, lead, graphite, glitter, even jewelry, all of which with tender loving care by such extremities. Some were really old enough to be considered close to becoming a member of society, let alone a model citizen, while others had a history dating back to many incidents in its life itself, much less only yesterday; either way, their collective place of origin was completely irrelevant no less. In any case, they’d been serving some form of purpose in life once after coming into existence, whether constructed with straws, sticks, or even bricks, all it’d mattered was that it was up to the current generation to decide if it has reached out in their favor, including the visitors themselves.
Out of the many inside, a tall dark blue unicorn was found to be walking throughout the area, feeling salivation curling down the wrinkly muzzle barely straightened out with a snorting burp. Possessing a lighter shade of color right upon the tresses, they were all spiky and unkempt; in addition, a unibrow was found that was as sharp as the train of thoughts being processing about. The true blue unicorn had donned a big off–white coat already opened enough to show off a light aquamarine shirt and some dark chocolate khakis up right upon their owner’s rather lanky frame. A pair of midnight were also discovered, having taken residence within their wearer’s very eyes completely as they’d taken aim at one of the artworks with a subdued subzero fury left unaware.
It was a painting not too far off in the cold distance: from what could be seen, its background had predominantly consisted of various shades of orange and yellow worked together; of course, what struck a chord with the blue unicorn were how the subjects therein were featured in the altogether. Almost all were buxom pregnant mares wearing only collars: the first, a creamy ginger, sat pretty on a red couch with both arms behind her head while a pasty redhead rested upon the former’s left leg; another redhead, albeit bronze resided on the brown carpet as Silver Wing lapped at her flowerbed. Knelt abaft the silver pegasus was none other than Smudge Proof himself, his hands rested over both sides of her fundament as his yard was firmly entrenched inside it all much to her delight as one could even see based on the euphoria embraced, wet and white as his coat as it bore the same textures.
As the eyewitness had stood mere feet away from the artwork hanging against the wall with an unwavering grimace, he’d shown his hands to be firmly already covered in a layer of thin orange elastics yet kept to himself all the same despite growling softly, “you better be hoping that you have a really good defense system ‘cause I’m gonna find your hide and tear you down…”
It was at this point an ebony mare was approaching the true blue unicorn almost immediately, traveling at the speed of darkness yet keeping pace with the other onlookers. Her short mane was reminiscent of Morty but it was as white as the attire her peer was wearing, clean and pristine to a fault with a hint of strawberry quickness all the while. The black mare’s attire was also simple but more elaborate: a light red bind ensemble of a small beret, blouse, and skirt were discovered above a golden undershirt currently. Additionally, she’d donned some clearly angular eyeglasses overlaying the orange irises and a silver pendant with a circular shape hanging downward with one jewel inside.
“Sir, are you okay…?” the black mare in red asked the true blue unicorn almost instantaneously, catching him off–guard with little warning whatsoever, “you seem to be feeling a little hot all of the sudden; would you like some water…?”
“I already have my own refreshment, thank you very much…!” he’d answered her immediately without even taking his eyes off of the painting or losing control of his tone within the voice picked thereof.
The black mare in red wasted no time leaving the true blue unicorn to his devices so to speak of; after a few minutes have passed and fewer blinks within them, he took in a long deep breath and seized the moment: with gloves being worn, he’d clawed at the flat surface area without regard for the feelings of others like and unlike himself and her all the same as far as the latter had seen. It didn’t take much for the other onlookers to make note of how this otherwise tranquil scene was being besieged by the likes of him alone: every fiber of the artwork’s being was becoming reduced to mere fragments of its former self, more rife with debris than the colors within; even the blind and deaf alike could tell that trouble had made itself out into the surface world anyway. Needless to say, the fact that the true blue unicorn was destroying the painting with his own two hands made his onlookers gasp with shock but the awe came from reality of his advanced age; even though the others witnessing the destruction were spared completely, they were still unnerved by the possibility of him being confronted by those within and beneath his appearance.
The black mare in red was the first to scurry off away with a yelp, “SECURITY…!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?! ” was all that he could say as what had remained of the very artwork in question become scant variables away from returning to nothingness; soon, his energy had been expended completely as far as his hands were concerned, “OH, MY GOD; THIS HAD BEEN A WEIRD FUCKING MORNING NOW: I WANTED TO GO ON A SPACE ADVENTURE! INSTEAD, I HAD TO COME HERE TO THIS DIMENSION AND FIND MY IN–LAW BUCK–NAKED AND PREGNANT; HOORAY FOR STEM AND WHATNOT! FUCK THAT PAINTER AND FUCK YOU TOO, BASTARDS; YOU CAME HERE AND WANTED TO SEE THIS: SHE’S BASICALLY LIKE A TEENAGER IN THIS PAINTING! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SICKOS?! YOU NEED TO GET OUTSIDE FOR ONCE; YOU’RE SO DESENSITIZED TO ALL THIS CRAP AND PORNOGRAPHY, ALL THIS BULLSHIT THAT’S ON DISPLAY; FOR FUCK SAKE, GO GET A FRIEND AND PLAY SOME BASKETBALL OR SOMETHING! Okay, I think I’m finished… I’m gonna go kill the writer now… THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT, ISN’T IT; THAT’S WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO SEE, HUH: SOMEBODY DOING SOMEONE AND––– FUCK, YOU CRAZY FUCKS…! I’m gonna kill him now; I hope you’re happy…!”
“AFTER HIM…!” another male voice escaped into the true blue unicorn’s ears as a small cloud of electrons grew underneath him buzzing about; soon enough, the surging sparks had suddenly shaped themselves into a flat circle all swirly with several shades simulating a shamrock: holding onto its own form for a few seconds, he’d sank into the vortex with the remains without a trace.
Considering everything that had happened in so little time overall, whatever words they could think of describing said events had dissipated into the ether.
Author's Note
Well, that's that: I hope you'd enjoyed this fanfic 'cause finishing it was a pain but it was also pleasurable to a fault; it's probably been a bad time to say anything so to speak though I do appreciate some comments in the meantime.
Huh, what's this doing here...?
I know it was you, fuckface; look below for some payback...!
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