Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the sixth installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I'd made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms as well as Blaze of Lupinus; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subject matters considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you this chapter is only a nightmare but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, it'll help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you've but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Soapstone

As simple as it’d looked upon a flat surface ready to be observed by wayward eyes belonging to many of its various lifeforms, a description was well needed to comprehend the dimensions thereof, irregardless of its usefulness and ease altogether. For starters, the surroundings were confining yet were as liberal as nature itself: the expanse was equiangular to a fault and colored in a bright shade of off–white despite the freedoms guaranteed within the open spaces provided by the very surface area. One of the walls had a window with blinds and drapery bearing the textures, but not the tastes, of butterscotch pudding illuminated by photons on the other side; opposing it was but a purple door already opened thanks to a small crack upon the border. Nevertheless, light was already inside there thanks to a rotating fan hanging ten feet off of the ground, a quartet of bulbs currently shining brightly as their conjoined field of vision beamed downwardly towards the soft and stringy flooring at once. More amenities were found in the otherwise confined space, each all varying in size and shape altogether: a jet–black flat screen resting on one brown drawer, two green lamps standing upon their own nightstands, and a tall mirror standing alone. In any case, an enormous bed rested right in the middle of the room with a view: it was cloaked with a thick thistle comforter accompanied by matching pillows and sheets of an even lighter shade; additionally, one individual was sleeping in now.

Its singular occupant was a lonely woman bearing a rather bright complexion over her skin: the face, through tranquil to a fault, was tensed up. She’d possessed vividly violet tresses with white streaks accenting them and a few strands out of place for the air to do whatever it’d felt natural. Plainclothes consisting of two elastic bands were enough to show the lonely woman’s modesty, even as the blanket itself had done all the work.

It didn’t take much for her eyelids to fly open in an instant, bearing star sapphires underneath them as they’d taken aim at the ceiling; of course, this was all because of some undisclosed liquid currently descending en masse upon a flat surface area within the cold distance: although it’d bore the textures of rain, it was rather more closer than she’d initially imagined in an instant.

Immediately, the lonely woman rose from her station and began climbing out of bed, displaying more of a curvaceous formation: despite being clad in a small pink ensemble of a thin brassiere and panties, a majority of her very integuments were exposed to air; nevertheless, she was completely dry enough to keep that information in the back of her mind to contrast the forefront. In a matter of moments, she’d pulled the door further apart to find the hallway in between her bedchamber and the other crack of light already enshrouded in darker color than the former; despite the minimalistic details, or lack thereof, walking distance was of no concern anyway, using what little courage and curiosity within herself to be summoned instantaneously no less.

After making it to the other side, the woman in pink was now able to smell all of the simplistic elements of water, both separate and conjoined, entering her nose filled with a warm fragrance; such was enough for a wayward hand to rest on the knob and turn it around with the metal latch sliding after clicked loudly enough to gently pushed into a smaller room. The slow yet steady change in temperature was being suddenly felt by her body in its entirety, the mists clouding up both eyes as the sounds of precipitation grew loud and concentrated; thankfully, it was but a matter of time until the atmospheric osmosis took effect, giving the lone observer an opportunity to see the new area bearing a more tropical theme. Out of the predominately fruity sea of citrus and citrine, the woman in pink had walked carefully enough to feel the orange gloss underneath her feet as they were wet with the same substance as is: upon the steam dissipating, she could now see the floral arrangements all frozen in time yet devoid of the wintry mixes capable of rendering them completely barren. Many accommodations firmly gathered within her line of eyesight consisted of similar objects fitting for the area in question: a closed toilet, a wet sink, lightbulbs atop mirror, an open cabinet, a filled hamper, and a covered bathtub; as far as anyone else could even see it clearly, it was in use, hence the sounds and scents therein inviting the likes of her to show.

All of these details were miniscule compared to what the woman in pink had seen inside there or, better yet, who else: a muscular man of a brighter complexion standing beneath a showerhead. Unlike her, he was completely in the altogether, thanks to the fact that the artificial rainstorm was focused on his bristled integuments; each dyed a silver chariot highlighted in light hot pink. Despite the singular man’s face directed up towards the stream of water pouring on his face, the woman in pink could catch a glimpse of golden experience within one of his eyelids so far away. It didn’t take much for her to be burning bright red at the sight of him already wet and fresh from the hot and heavy atmosphere she’d found him inside of with no effort made therein whatsoever.

“Blaze…?” was all that the woman in pink could say out her mouth in confusion, no less directed towards the singular man within the room.

After the water ceased to rain from above, the titular tenant turned to find her back facing him in an instant and called out in return no less, “Diamond… what’s the matter: you look like you’d seen a ghost; aren’t you happy to see me…?”

The eponymous eyewitness couldn’t find any additional strength to answer the singular man, much less look at him anyway, scurrying back out of the bathroom and into whence she’d came; a flood of thoughts were now more than ready for her to try and succeed where the vapors and moistures had left off, slinking in failure as gravity kick in thanks to the cold air within no less.

“This can’t be right at all: I’m supposed to be in Ponyville with my parents, not out in the middle of nowhere with Blaze of all people…!” the woman in pink said to herself soundlessly, already struggling to make sense of what had been seen recently many would remember, “as a matter of fact, what in the world is he doing here of all places at a time like this, especially right now?! It’s bad enough my mother would’ve had a heart attack if she’d known about us both altogether, but imagine everyone else reacting to it outside of Ponyville; I know about all the terrible stuff happening here and there and that’s because of the whole damn war we’d been in: not even all the bits in the world would convince them to let us be, not after what they did to Cadance. I didn’t even know a damn thing about her being a princess, much less being adopted by Princess Celestia of all people; forget the changelings, even I can’t think of a reason why she would be killed, much less be in the crosshairs: it’s like the whole world has gone mad thinking that this would go on without a hitch of all things to be considered…!”

“Ditty, is everything okay…?” he’d asked her since following after the trail she’d made not long ago, now clad in a midnight towel around his waist.

Diamond turned around to face Blaze slowly, gathering up the resolve to reply slowly, “I don’t know… it’s just been hard for me to process all this info…”

“What are you talking about…?” the wet man inquired as the dry woman still smelled the water over his pale yet lively skin no less, “whatever it is, you can talk to me; we’re friends after all and friends need to be open about ourselves: that means trying to solve problems together…”

“You… oh Blaze, it was awful: when I woke up, I thought I would’ve never seen you again…” she’d heaved instantaneously.

His eyes widened in shock as he’d exclaimed, “what?!”

“I had a nightmare, a terrible one at that: I’d dreamt that you were here nearby the wreck of a schoolhouse starving to near death…” Diamond broke down crying in front of Blaze, covering her eyes with both hands as she’d become moistened, “it was dark so I’d figured it’d be safe for me to help you find shelter but a bunch of men came out of nowhere started cutting you up…!”

“Yeah but I’m here and I’m fine…” the damp man said as he’d just wrapped his left arm around the weeping woman as gently as possible.

It didn’t take much for her to return the favor, hugging him in full force without pain or suffering delivered even despite the sobs, “I’m not… I haven’t been really honest with myself or to you lately so to speak of; as a matter of fact, I haven’t been even honest about how I’d gone about with my own life: I’m not the woman you’d been led to believe I was even after all those years. Even though I was born and raised in Ponyville, I was one of the few that had a rich family: in my case, this was due to my father, Filthy Rich, inheriting Barnyard Bargains from his father; of course, that didn’t make us anything like the upper–class found in Canterlot usually as far as the commoners were concerned. Despite the fact that he’d sold Granny Smith’s Zap Apple Jam, we’d already found ourselves constantly interacting with other neighbors, many of whom we had nothing in common with at; Silver Spoon and her family were the lone exception because of how similar we are to each other in spite of our own differences, something my mother had taken note of all too well so to speak. As a matter of fact, I’d remembered the day she’d commented on my friend’s skin color when I was just a little girl: mom said she ‘couldn’t believe that Silver Spoon’s family were just like Princess Celestia’s miscreant sister Luna’; even though I’d not seen her or how related they were to each other, I could still overhear the disgust in her tone whilst I was out of her sight no less. Even without that comment, I could still realize how hard it was for me to live under the same roof as my own mother even with him: she always kept a closer eye on what friends I had, the places I’d gone to, the stuff that I buy, and even the food I’d eaten than father did; as much as I’d wanted to be myself, I could never even escape being right underneath her thumb all the same. To be honest, Apple Bloom wasn’t the only one I’d wanted to be friends with, especially as far as the schoolhouse was concerned; there was another kid who’d sometimes came to class on certain days and I wasn’t even around to pay attention most of the time: Alula Pluto Erroria was the name yet it was so long everyone generally either referred to Alula or Pluto but never Erroria. I was the one exception who used that last name, one to show how different we are from the rest of the schoolhouse, let alone the class; Erroria was a princess, a young one at that with one secret to keep from the rest of the town, especially as far as the adults were concerned: despite being an actual female on the outside like myself, she’d happened to be a lot like you… down there…”

“You mean an intersexual and at your age no less; how does that even work: what livelihoods do people like her have here and there…?” Blaze had stuttered about, taken aback by the last batch of words spoken by Diamond herself as he soon found refuge upon the bedside, “is it like one of those movies about a confused pianist or some troubled campers…?”

“Neither hopefully: even though that Equestria has been more open and welcoming to intersexuals like Erroria herself for so long, we still have problems here and abroad; after all, I’d remembered the book report I did back in high school on the Founders of Equestria years ago…” enunciated the woman in pink whom had done the same.

In any case, the singular man rested his back upon the surface of the uneven fabric and sighed, “I know: war’s ramping to insurmountable heights, terrorists are hitting up and running from places, not to mention rumors of a rebellion getting out; it’s not even safe to be out in the Capital whether as a new arrival or old departure, especially after from what I’d heard…”

“Oh, you mean the Changelings: then I suppose that there’s more trouble in paradise than we're already aware of, isn’t there…?” she’d groaned, looking down at her own two feet and the stringy flooring underneath them both by contrast, “I don’t know what’s worse: keeping our love a secret from my parents or our lives unraveling before us alongside everyone near and dear…”

“In any case, I have a confession myself: Diamond, you are not the first person I’d met, let alone fell in love with; as a matter of fact, I’m not just attracted to just girls like you…” he spoke with a faint bead of liquid escaping from the corner of his golden eye, reminiscent of the water which had rained over himself in terms of colorlessness.

This had prompted the aforementioned listener to turn back and scoff at Blaze, “and I bet you were probably having the time of your life wearing women’s clothing while everyone whom had taken a flight of tickling their own fancy–free to you’d sucked, fucked, and/or jerked off to you like there was no tomorrow coming or going if you catch my drift…”

“You’re not wrong about that either: I had no problem whatsoever with taking it up the backdoor and not when it’d came to guys…” the moist man had laughed as the woman in pink crawled right over to his side slowly with a salacious smirk on her face, “as a matter of fact, I’d already comprehend the idea of girls using dildos on themselves and each other as well as other men.”

“Same here: after all, I’ve practiced kissing Silvy and Erroria a lot of times when no one was looking at either of us, I’ve become accustomed to the taste and texture of it all, especially as far as they were concerned; at the very least you can do is prove to me I can be good or better…” she’d cooed all the while before quickly stealing away a kiss directly from his lips in an instant.

It didn’t take much for themselves to feel their own faces becoming so hot and heavy from such proximity, both bodies burning brightly a bittersweet symphony straight out of urban hymns. Their mouths opened up to each other as they’d become more eager for exploration, both tongues similar to a fault as they were different to themselves as far as its owners were concerned no less. Almost immediately, the twosome had surrendered to their amorously base concupiscence as Diamond soon felt Blaze’s arms being wrapped around her back gently as he’d have thought of. Neither tenant dared to release one another from their comforts, carrying on for at least over a minute tongue–tied during their embrace as their conjoined passions were beginning to blossom. Of course, as far as the duo was aware, they were more than quick to take at least one note of whatever anomalies therein had rested in either surface area no matter how slick they were at all.

It didn’t take much for the moistened man to gain control over the woman in pink sure enough, shifting their weights together in so little time he was now on top of things and herself at once; at this point in time, he’d broken away from their osculation just to speak with her with confidence, “so, you want to change your mind right now or do you want to keep going, my Diamond…?”

“Let me slip into something more comfortable, my dear; that way it’ll be more pleasing for the likes of you, if you know what I mean…” the titular tenant tittered as Blaze had knelt straight up, giving her enough time and room to grasp the straps of her own brassiere so ever gently, “you ready for some good old–fashioned lovemaking…?”

“Who wouldn’t be; after all, we have the whole place to ourselves with not a care in the world and nobody here to object to our passions directly: it’s not like that anyone is gonna care about what we do together, right…?” the wet man answered as he’d watched the woman in pink undoing the bands afore him immediately, baring her bouncing bosoms in a matter of seconds.

The sheer fact that she was so quick to let him get a glimpse of her own growing dishabille still proved to be too much for his eyes: a supple form with a density rivaling the likes of even a reflated volleyball due to having been of so much substance than style itself; in addition, there were rose tinted nubbins sticking outward on endwise as a reminder of their own differences. Even though that Blaze was at a loss for words, he’d showed no problem in letting the palms of his hands do all the work as many calluses brushed up against Diamond’s malleable form within; this had earned him a whinny from her as she’d felt her ords twist and turn gently to the point of feeling herself becoming no different from when he was in the shower, albeit differently no less.

Of course, there were only so many seconds on the clock the woman in pink could remain silent until another tug of her bust’s endings had gained so much more pressure than earlier before, she’d then spoke softly, “you know you can do more than just looking and touching my boobs, Blaze; we’re young and have our whole lives ahead of us: take me now, please…!”

“Sorry, I’m not really used to the whole idea of us being all by ourselves; I may have gotten out of the shower yet I’m still nervous…” the damp man said as he’d reluctantly released his grip off of her cleavage at once, much to her dismay as perspiration grew from him, “are you sure you want to go through with this…?”

“Come here, you…!” Diamond snarled playfully as she’d grabbed onto the back of his head and pushed him directly into her bared and pointy bosoms with little warning whatsoever, catching him off–guard in an instant no less with each side of the cheekbone making a slight impression upon the surface area all the same.

Despite everything, Blaze slowly embraced his lust as his tongue found its way in between the supine woman’s bust, tickling her integuments with the tacky textures as she’d moaned slightly with such delight. In any case, she’d felt herself hardening about as the small ribbons of salivation were soon drawn towards her nubbins, all the work of the sweating man after latching onto one of them with such tender loving care. Needless to say, Diamond squealed as some dentition was soon suddenly imprinted upon the left ords gently, causing both eyes to widen a bit as she’d stared at him trying to drink away the fluid hidden into them. Even as though the sheer sharply stinging spasms shot up and down the supine woman’s body, she’d held on firmly to Blaze’s neckline and helped him continue his exploration as he’d savored the very moments. Respiration was another course of action she was staying on, panting and moaning at such various speeds and concentrations responsively thanks to the active man’s efforts as far as she could see clearly. Such was the life, liberty, pursuit of happiness, and equality being exhibited by the likes of them, the lone legatos of Diamond lazing about as he’d alternated between both endings of her own resilient cleavage.

After many minutes occurring about, Blaze broke away from the supine woman with a mouthful of milk as a small trail thereof landed back onto her skin; following this, he’d swallowed it all down with ease and gulped, “you know, Diamond, you’re actually much softer than you actually claim to be, even more so than your mother…”

“Let’s hope that she never finds out about it yet; after all, I just want to be with you and you alone, nothing more, nothing less…” she’d giggled right before the active man began to plant a trail of wet kisses onto her very skin starting beneath the milked bosoms, “oh, Blaze, just eat me out already; my kitty’s feeling wet for merely thinking about what’s to come next here…!”

“I know and even I’m actually nervous about what will happen right after we do this together…” he’d panted after stopping near Diamond’s umbilicus, already mindful of the past in which she’d exposed herself more to him all too easily and aware of the future awaiting the state of her entire body up on display as far as they could see clearly.

Needless to say, the passive woman was quick to place her hand next to the waistline where its surrounding fabric remained and sighed, “don’t worry about it; after what they’ve done to all of us, I don’t really care what they think of us now: all we have to focus on now is staying strong together. It’s the least we can do for each other and I don’t want what happened at Canterlot to befall us; I don’t want to be scared of what the future will bring us because of them but be happy that it’ll be there waiting for people like you and me as well as the family we can make together. Even without the princess of love here among us, she would’ve wanted us to be happy no matter who we are or where we came from: up until this fateful day, I’d been stuck in my role as my mother’s doll alone, never being allowed to act out of her idealization; I don’t know what would’ve happened if Cadance was still alive but many of us would agree it would’ve worked. The fact that these Changelings have caused so much pain and suffering to us was more than enough cause for alarm even though I haven’t seen them at all: I’ve accepted the fact that I can’t keep living in a world full of lies if the truth is one of the virtues that Equestria has stood with, especially after what has been said and done by our enemies. In any other day and age, deception is nothing more than a sad reminder of how easy it is for others to see the real you, even if others aren’t saying anything to one’s face at all: it’s no better than the makeup we can wear to hide the fact that we only have nothing more or less than the allotted time given and taken to, by, and from us, a currency that is nonrenewable as space itself. No one can truly be free from the consequences of our actions, especially when we fail to do anything whatsoever in being good; no amount of prestige or power can give us any immunity whenever we allow any wrongdoing to take place, be if our hands or not: I should know this well because I’m not happy about treating people who weren’t like ourselves no better than dirt itself. Generally speaking, I know for a fact that when all of this is over, I have a lot of people to apologize to for the way I’ve acted to them, especially Apple Bloom of all people no less; at the very least, it’ll serve to show that I’d changed for the better and hopefully she and her friends would forgive me in turn no less so we can start over together on better terms than in youth.”

“Aw, how sweet; it’s a shame that you both have made it this far at once only to reach your ends together: bittersweet but fitting…” a shrill feminine warble escaped into both their ears, catching both of them off–guard as they’d both looked around for the source, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…!”

“What was that?!” Blaze barked as he’d gotten off of Diamond’s body almost immediately, eyebrows furrowed with shock and outrage.

The supine woman wasted no time whatsoever in covering up her dishabille with a blanket while the red–hot lusts radiating from the visage metamorphosed into a brightened and bleached disgust, a free hand now reaching underneath her pillow afore she roared acutely in the process, “show yourself while you can, fucker; I gotta a gun and I’m not afraid to use it…!”

“That won’t be necessary anyway; after all, you’re all going to die really soon and there’s nothing you can do about it…” the ethereal observer laughed while anger was fresh on the tenant’s minds, shared and directed towards the former out of sight, “as a matter of fact, you’re already dead…!”

“Huh?!” was all that the lonely man could choke out as all the photons within the area were swallowed up by the darkness in an instant, caught alongside himself and Diamond too no less; afterwards, only the wet gushes of liquid escaped en masse, each of them varying in size, sound, and time thereof as they’d all splashed against whichever surface nearby irregardless of texture.

Seconds have passed as the room was illuminated once more, this time with a deep crimson hue as everything within the area had been thrown into a solid state society of professional chaos and general disarray: stained streaks of scarlet were strewn about with reckless abandonment as dry cuts were also found to be messing up the furniture and electronics alike without cares for health. All of this destruction and mayhem paled in comparison to the two faces found in a whole new light, each with their own incisions great and small as they’d lain across the bedside together: matted scalps, torn textiles, and carved integuments all littered the entire fabric underneath them so sparsely they were all supersaturated with the monochromatic fluids from its very owners. Most startlingly, the lack of clothing over the tenants’ body were of the upmost matter therein than ever before so to speak of: the cracks in Blaze’s skin showed muscles and tendon exposed to the open air, even his haunches once covered by his wet towel; the corporeal female underneath, though covered up by the likes of him, was surrounded by threads of pink no less.

Diamond’s eyes were now facing upward as her true blue eyes became dull and listless with tears escaping from themselves, mixing with the blood spattered throughout her face as she’d been twisted and turnt into that of pain and sorrow while coughing, “why…?”

No answer was ever even given to either occupant as the mess made was concentrated and composed of their bodies, parts and all.