Complementary Colorations Colliding
Author's Note
This is my forty–eighth clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, this is perhaps the first story in which involves a new pairing; 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, I just want to state for the record that, like before My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; that is all, nothing more, nothing less.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you what shocked me is the fact it took under a fortnight to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site since I'd given into fleshing it out completely at my expense, so much so I was afraid of going overboard; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.
Complementary Colorations Colliding
A bright and starry night befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of much distant plasmas and a lone proximate crescent sharing the violet firmament. The only things that had dared to reach them but to no avail were tall skyscrapers drenched in even colder colors, made with industrial materials and orthogonal shaping. As a result of their beings’ fiber, an exertion of influence could be felt in every aspect of the environment and its denizens alike, irregardless of their own types thereof. Even amongst the concrete jungle, patches of lush vegetation were found within themselves, each bearing both flora and fauna hospitable to the likes of its very observers. The areas between them were sequestered in predominately gridded streets where all sorts of metal contraptions ran rampant about while denizens were literally sidelined. The only checkpoints beyond the premises were bridges to the adjacent mainland; everything surrounding itself happened to be water reflecting the lights above and near. Between the landmasses and the fluid separating them at a vast distance, there were many ships of all shapes and sizes skittering about freely around themselves to and fro. Hovering on and about were various aircraft ranging from the smallest of gliders to the biggest airships; with that said, their collective freedom had their own limitations.
Out of all the structures found within the premises, one building in particular had stood out and about: a snow white loft stuck in the midst of others. Like many that were sharing the same street, it was a pink flat top, evenly to a fault for many of its potential observers from any point in the timeline. At least three rows of glass were found plastered upon the loft, many of which were the clearly crisp windowpanes of a much quadrangular scheme. Yet its simplicity alone did itself no favors, even as a rarity; after all, the glitz and glamour of its surroundings was a gritty reminder of the anomalies. Seeing the pictures and words amalgamated from the pastel colors upon the cardboard were more than enough to state the purpose therein suffice to say.
In any case, one of the rooms within the building was minimalistic to a fault yet was more than capable of serving a purpose when it’d came to hygiene so to speak of. The flooring itself was merely but a creamy set of ceramic tiles onto the ground, an arrangement of black and white into checkered pasts being instantaneously forgotten. Every wall had been painted in a light coat of some chocolatey brown, contrasted by the steely ceiling above with nothing else but fog climbing up and at them no less. Whilst that the area in question had possessed no windows at all whatsoever, it did, however contain one mirror in a circular shape reminiscent therein nonetheless. Nevertheless, accommodations had merely consisted of a toilet, sink, hamper, and bathtub with a showerhead; considering the pouring water, nothing much else was said.
One tenant was already found to be standing out and about in the direct path of the concentrated artificial rainstorm: a blue unicorn mare with eyes already in a darker shade. Her long supersaturated tresses consisted of a pale aquamarine and deep emerald splashed about as they’d both vied for dominance over the same areas all shared in question. The azure unicorn’s dainty body had already bore a rather vast bosoms with both perpendicular nubbins and tender flanks inscribed with a cluster of five pink stars burning.
At this moment in time, she was only clothed in the winds and waters within the singular room, already drenched in the running compounds. With only a white washcloth and yellow bar of soap, the azure unicorn had wasted no time in lathering her body from top to bottom no less. The very ears were her current target, flopping about as the washrag now had gone both inside and out of them before the cheeks were next. Upon wiping away the accumulated stains from those yesterdays, the azure unicorn bristled around her neck with the soapy washcloth. Since the foam was finally laying claim, her caressing glee was transformed into a discontented frown instantly as underarms had been felt. Of course, with the washrag also rubbing the shoulders, spume now seeped down the back as the azure unicorn chortled quietly all the same. While scouring her bust and abdomen, more bubbles were also circling around her tail and fundament, all thanks to the white washcloth. Soon, the azure unicorn bent over and began washing her gaskins from top to bottom until her very washrag reached down to both hooves. Afterwards, she was completely covered in foam, fixing the showerhead onto her body almost immediately as all of the foam was rinsed off.
It didn’t even take long for the azure unicorn to start dousing her spring green mane gently as the same water had soaked it all completely. While reaching for a big gilded bottle on a rack beneath the showerhead, she’d squirted some on her tresses and lathered them all quickly. With the spring green tresses turned into a lighter color than before, they were both cleansed all thoroughly by the very same compound. Repetition followed as the azure unicorn spouted some more, lathering her locks with increased fruition, and rinsed all over again at once. It was not long before she’d switched out one bottle with another from the same rack it’d come from, silvery; likewise, that came to pass.
Afterwards, a whispering eye had caught the azure unicorn’s attention as she’d found herself lathering the washcloth again with the same very soap. Covering her sheath, a hand was quickly padded over and started rubbing it slowly, feeling the slowly tightening reaction of it already chaffing about. A gradually loud moan had escaped from the azure unicorn’s muzzle, especially after she started to nudge through it, thanks to their contrasting textures. In no time whatsoever, they’d been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially since she spread both her legs apart and made small moves. Still, the white washrag scoured in between the soft, tight velvet underground, causing another high–pitched moan to escape from the azure unicorn. A jolt had travel up her spine, quivering with pleasure as she was stroking up and down within her whispering eye before wedging itself back again. With its contents gathering around, the azure unicorn was moaning in a blissful ecstasy as a clear fluid of her own making splashed onto the washcloth.
“Fuck…!” was all that she could say, the nerves and stamina inside her whole entire body finally regaining control almost immediately no less.
Unbeknownst to the azure unicorn, another individual was making a move to her as quiet as a mouse easy like Sunday morning: it was an orange dragon, all tall, dark, and handsome from top and bottom to the point both eyes had matched the scales in theory; of course, the question of the latter’s bloodthirstiness wasn’t even in the same plane of reality, let alone their existence overall.
It was also at this moment her placid demeanor was shattered when she’d heard a rough purr, “hey, sweet–cheeks, I’d noticed that you were getting all wet and clean all of the sudden; you don’t mind if we have some fun together, right…?”
“Shit, what the fuck are you doing here like that?!” the azure unicorn squeaked aloud as a light stroke was made against her haunches, no doubt the work of the orange dragon alone, “it’s not even been one year since we’ve started living together and you’re pulling this like it’s been a decade…!”
“Calm down, sweetie, it’s not like they’ve made it a crime in a long time; you should know that after all: college degrees and career money is making you all stressed out for nothing…” he’d sniggered before prodding her very flanks with a few of his own fingers gently, leaving the former speechless so to speak of.
Despite everything, the azure unicorn retained the strength to speak to the orange dragon anyway, “still, don’t get too comfortable: my old folks would’ve disowned me on the spot had they known about it while they were alive; speaking of which, I don’t even want to think how different things would’ve been had ponies like me done it decades or centuries ago.”
“They wouldn’t have stood a chance back then: primped and pampered as if nothing is wrong yet willing to go crazy at the sight of us…” he’d said before jutting into her fundament with so little warning whatsoever, sending tingles throughout her own moistened body, “at least with us fire breathers, it’s understandable as to why they wouldn’t be near them without a plan in mind.”
“Ehh…” the azure unicorn peeped as she shut both her eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans in reaction then reopened them to look back, watching in comparison as the orange dragon held onto her thighs firmly in his claws where his fingernails made its way inside her, proceeding to run around and within thoroughly.
Aware of this, he’d still held his claws leisurely arousing her since her haunches were tight and narrow even as the fingers were forced slowly inside them and out; while this was going on, he’d said to her quietly, “you like this, don’t you, whore…? Even with all the stallions in the world who could satisfy a mare such as yourself, you’d to end up with a dragon like me, a hero no less: Pink Stars all alone with the likes of Morra…”
“Ahn…” the eponymous mare squealed as her intruder in question had retracted his claws from her flanks without a care so to speak of, “why did you stop, honey; did I do something wrong…? I was beginning to like it…”
“Do you have to be so vocal, little mare…?” the orange dragon had whispered before kneeling to face the azure unicorn’s fundament with lust in his eyes.
She’d suddenly felt his claws digging into her coat again as she felt him stretched the haunches wider, feeling his tongue now stuck inside with little warning; this had made the former squeal, “OH, FUCK YEAH, THAT THE WAY I LIKE IT…!”
Morra didn’t mind listening altogether as his forked tongue was currently licking inside Pink Stars’ flanks while she was still standing underneath the running water so to speak of. Just when the azure unicorn thought the very world was feeling so cold, it was the dribble from the orange dragon muzzle’s surpassing the point of being even more despite all this. She’d only attempted to reach down to her bust and started furbishing the leftmost rhythmically as he began permeating through her fundament in a silent way since they were alone. As Morra was slurping and licking within them all, his salivation had dripped right deep inside of Pink Stars, its frigidity causing her to cry out another series of loud climatic moans. Listening clearly to the azure unicorn’s plethora of voluptuous and sultry cries, it was some sort of the enthralling kind of such encouragement for the orange dragon licking deeper. Happy to continue onward, he was quick to find that the very sensation was more appetizing than any foodstuff in question, especially since she was firmly in his grasp at the moment. The state in which the twosome were in was ironically comfortable, especially when Pink Stars found it much helpful that Morra had stopped to lap at her sheath beneath haunches. The brief intervals of time granted to the azure unicorn were made by the likes of the orange dragon alternating between her flanks and velvet underground repetitively with detail.
“Your flanks must have been so clean before I came along; it’s a shame that’s all going to be undone now that I’m already here…” he’d said before standing back up, aligning himself with her fundament gently for his prepuce to now brushing up against the coat, “I need your cock inside you anyway; besides, judging from all the fun you were having alone, you’d like it…”
“Hah…!” Pink Stars whined as she’d felt something moist and rigid now entering her haunches gently, no doubt the work of Morra himself.
Now that the orange dragon’s tongue was dried from filling both contents of salivation in the now satisfied hors d’oeuvre otherwise known as the azure unicorn, he’d soon reoriented himself. A blushing grin was flexed from her as she stood up straight and rested onto the wall nearby, predicting what he was going to do next now that he started to feel his shaft solidifying instantly. With Morra still holding firmly onto Pink Stars’ flanks stretched wide, he’d taken his yard and plunged it in throughout slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused her immediately. Since the still wet salivation deep inside the azure unicorn’s narrowly tight fundament was acting as an emollient, she felt more pleasure each time the orange dragon slowly rubbed against her. She’d wavered around and gave out vastly little high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping in happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine, friction growing from their integuments. Even he could barely help himself but grunt, pant, and moan every time his thrusting prepuce was now puncturing throughout Pink Stars’ haunches, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar.
Morra then slid his shaft all the way through the azure unicorn’s already salivated flanks and felt himself escape into once again: this time, its whitening warmth conjoining with his cold saliva within the spiked abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling into her with great pleasure while he’d cried out, “PINKY…!”
It didn’t take long for the mismatched twosome to be reeking of perspiration despite having it all get washed away by the showerhead directly above them. Their bated breaths were hot and heavy enough to go intermingle with the condensation building up from the waters filled to the brim with so much more. Even now, the only things still solid enough to be kept at a cooler temperature despite everything were none other than one another’s company so to speak.
“Hah, fuck…” she'd panted, struggling to speak something to the orange dragon while looking back in arousal, “I hope you have a plenty more tricks up your sleeve, Morra, ‘cause that was awesome…!”
“You weren’t half bad either, my little pony…” he’d said, grabbing Pink Stars’ cleavage and kissing her hot on the lips yet safe for her to touch.
Seeing they were still standing, the azure unicorn wasted no time embracing the proximity she and Morra had, their eyes accented with blushing considerably. As the twosome finally grew closer to one another, even the light and thin oxygen became heavy and denser with every breath they’d taken in such a short time. Therein, their mismatched muzzles slowly opened up while both eyelids had closed; the mutual proximity soon plain to see even with all the fog around them. In little time whatsoever, they’d soon surrendered themselves to each other’s amorous intentions, getting reacquainted with both the contrasting textures at once. Neither of them had dared to relent, spending over a minute or so tongue–tied amid the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing onto the twosome. While many would’ve been willing to make a double take at the sight of it all, the very loneliness amongst the duo was something they were quickly cherishing. Olfactories were starting to shift into a higher gear as the orange dragon had now picked up on the flowery fragrance emanating from the likes of herself alone. Of the twosome in question, only Pink Stars felt the entirety of her body trembling about from the mere act of returning his osculation in spite of asymmetry. Details alone couldn’t even be enough to describe whatever they were thinking so to speak of, at least not yet for the time being since the water was still running.
Eventually, the azure unicorn felt a set of claws planted on her shoulders as she felt Morra’s yard becoming nestled deeply within her own legs at once, directly underneath the whispering eye. Initially, the movement began slowly like before, gaining some momentum as the orange dragon watched her bend forward towards the water as they’d both taken a step back together. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did he start feeling his prepuce slowly maintain its strength as Pink Stars had moaned softly with every grinding amongst their contrasting skins. During the whole time, the azure unicorn felt Morra rest his hands around her bosom again and thought about reaching down near her sheath again for pleasure, not that it was ever necessary. Engulfed by the burning sensation upon their faces, she was now moaning the loudest again since her velvet underground was being rubbed up against by the likes of the orange dragon. Verging on the edge of another discharge, their collective momentum had increased almost immediately as he still bounced up directly against Pink Stars with such growing determination. It wasn’t long until Morra started losing his grip onto the azure unicorn very bust as she was also suffering through a similar situation; nevertheless, she didn’t mind the discomfort within them. Even as the orange dragon’s grip was about ready to give way, she finally squealed aloud once more as he’d emptied himself again, this time in the water but still satisfied by the payoff no less.
Pink Stars instantaneously had found an out from those passions and turned around to face him so she can speak softly, “hey there, big drake, how about a nice little kiss down below…?”
“Like what…?” Morra inquired even as the azure unicorn had given into wave of concupiscence before his ruby red retinas, “be clear with me…”
“Just watch…” she’d giggled, stroking the orange dragon’s muscles before kneeling to face the shaft from before with nothing else much to show.
He’d remained still even as Pink Stars bent her knees, glancing at his yielding yard with only but a profligate grin whilst quietly giggling about no less. Using both hands, the azure unicorn had began kneading Morra’s prepuce around playfully like a joystick with her own muzzle just centimeters away. Although the orange dragon embraced her handiwork, he’d still refrained from losing the static composure as she’d gripped him gently nevertheless. Still, all that changed when Pink Stars had stuck her tongue out from there, the loose salivation starting to cover the surface area of his saturated shaft. Decently put, the azure unicorn had taken in all the time and space in occupying Morra’s yard, lacquering up his protuberant flesh with her hot lips. All the while, the orange dragon’s stance soon started to falter a bit as she was currently at his mercy even though she was free to do as they wished. Yearning for some results, Pink Stars decided to speed up the movement straightaway, at least for his sake even though that his patience held firmly. Morra could barely even help himself but drool and blush every time he felt the azure unicorn’s hot and heavy lips going directly around his prepuce. The orange dragon started to become aroused at what she’d tried to do, his soft moaning the only sound being heard among the concentrated rain.
It didn’t take long for him to grit his teeth when Pink Stars had now forwarded her very mouth inwardly as he’d blushed about, whispering quietly in her ear with his shaft inside, “good girl… just like that.”
The azure unicorn enjoyed the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning Morra’s yard even to the point where he spread his legs a bit further to give her more room to lick around. The orange dragon had soon found his prepuce being nestled in between her massive cleavage without warning, not that he’d minded despite the slight moment of frustration from her alone. Now with his shaft sliding throughout until its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, Pink Stars had started squeezing both her bosoms mutually on each side of it all with such mania. The azure unicorn began swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue had slipped through and out below her lips before reaching the tip of Morra‘s shaft, bringing up more saliva. The orange dragon felt all of her sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated yard now resonating through much of his body as she was still wet with water flowing against them. Pink Stars couldn’t wait to get a taste of what had arrived earlier, everything she was doing by herself so far was serving a proof that she wanted his prepuce to expend itself into her direction. Nothing much else could ever be said or done with the likes of Morra as far as the azure unicorn could see, much to her own displeasure as she’d still refused to let go of his supersaturated shaft. In any case, the orange dragon slightly thrusted himself into her face gently as a way of helping her along as the latter mind had succumbed to desperation for the results of what the former did. Needless to say, Pink Stars was determined to see it through all the same: since his arrival, she’d adapted to the realization they needed each other; his yard accomplished more than her washrag.
“Ohhh…!” the azure unicorn moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long until she’d became splattered across her very neckline, the extract from before now dripping downward between her bared bust, “shoot yer hot cum all over my tits…!”
“Haff…!” Morra had sighed loudly, his nostrils flaring about against the moisture as he’d soon watched her becoming caked further with his fluids.
It didn’t take long for Pink Stars to stand back up and kiss the orange dragon once again despite being bombarded with white as they’d been washed away; afterwards, she was quick to break away from the kiss and cooed, “I’m so glad that we’re together here in Fillydelphia, despite our differences: you, a dragon, and me, a unicorn, with so much to look forward to from hereon out. It’s amazing how after all this time, I’d never imagined how much I was missing out on life all because I was scared of your kind; to think that all it’d take to make me rethink my thoughts and feelings about dragons was being saved by one of them. There was once a firefighter from Neighpon whom had delivered a lecture on fire safety years before Princess Luna’s return; he’d said that causes of death are many and varied be if by old age, suicide, and/or illness, but nothing could compare to this: death by fire – a fate many like many myself fear above all others, especially at the behest of those whom could manipulate it. To think that another lifeform could also start all these fires where we were living was the most astonishing discovery to be made: a singular snail going to and far in the same location would probably make a lot of sense if one were to think about it long enough; of course, there were other ponies who could burst into flames yet not be harmed living down south of where we live. Nobody had ever guessed a fire snail would go all the way over to our city, much less within its own power alone no less if at all: apparently, given their abilities, it’d seemed they’re usually found nearby places such as Everfree Forest and others of hot climates; but, if that were the case, then what was it doing here at all so to speak? I bet that if it weren’t for the efforts of one purple dragon, then I would’ve not been able to be here at all, let alone still standing; even now, I still have the scars of the past fire throughout much of my body after all those mere months ago honestly speaking here: most of them have now healed already but sometimes I feel the rough patches of scabs formed ever since that day. Of course, they’re nothing compared to the amount of guilt I’d felt for letting my petty fears get in the way of living my own life: I was always this scared little mare trapped in the middle of Fillydelphia living in an apartment complex only to watch it burn; I can never get over the fact that I’d almost died nor the thought of realizing how close everyone else was to such a fate. Having to think about it altogether, I’d probably vomit at the mere sight of a freshly burnt body, especially that of a pony like me; it wouldn’t have mattered how it’d get this way or any other details surrounding their demise, let alone any other demise overall: I don’t even like being reminded of how we’ll never go and live as long as any of the two Princesses, Celestia or Luna. Although, now that I’ve mentioned it, I’ve always wonder what have I been intending to do with my life after all this time no less: up until this moment, I’d always played it safe despite living amongst dragons like you and even then I still see myself as afraid; aside from them and the fire, there are still some things that scare me to this day and they aren’t making an effort to reach me.”
“Then what have you doing with your life: just simply hiding in the shadows making little effort to stand out in broad daylight?” he’d asked the azure unicorn whom was now starting to shed some tears in the rain concentrated on themselves from the metal, “I’ve already accepted the fact, like many of us from Dragon Town, we’ll always have someone looking over our shoulders. From what countless ponies have been taught, we dragons are nothing more than just vicious beasts ready to do horrible things: eating meat, hoarding treasures, burning creatures, claiming territories, polluting atmospheres, becoming giants, and snoring loud; it’d been this way for countless centuries ‘cause it’d been passed down from the previous generations within them.
If anything, then it’s not to say every dragon is like this, let alone out to watch the world burn whenever the opportunity arises: many beyond this city and perhaps Equestria have consolidated societies in which they were all alone with no other creature near; of course, there were always exceptions now and then over time but that’s neither here nor there so to speak of, Pink Stars. Nevertheless, not every dragon that lives in the Dragon Town district is a purebred, I’m afraid, something many others forget: there were plenty of halfbreeds and hybrids living inside or nearby where the rest had taken residence away from the others; to many already residing within and beyond Fillydelphia, they’re looked upon as even more lower than the dragons themselves. Speaking of which, we were already looked down upon by the purebreds in the Dragon Lands whenever we were called upon; even though many of us had been left alone despite our differences, the sentiment thereof is all the same to us from the big city: they, too, had refused to acknowledge us as one of the same because of our affiliation with the likes of Equestria itself. Only one saving grace to our existence seemed to be the fact that it’d never gotten to such tense levels as it’d been before the fire; of course, even I knew for a fact that it won’t always be enough for somebody to care, pony and non–pony, in any shape or form: after all, our smallest concession’s proof of our place in both societies, whether in Equestria or the Dragon Lands. Currently, it seems all we’d done to earn your respect was save your lives from a fire caused by another creature that lost its way: perhaps all that’s left for the others living in our country to do the same for the rest of you and we’d be set for life and then some; after all, your Princesses had increased by twofold based on what had been going and one of them had just become a mother. As a matter of fact, it seems you want nothing more than to carry on the family name, no matter where you are in life currently: your solitary stimulation was more than enough to serve as proof of your current thoughts and ambitions thanks to your voice; it’s all the more reason to be just linearly attracted to it, as well as other traits like your scent, temperament, and body altogether. Likewise, your attraction to me is based on my appearance alone as well, despite our differences so to speak of, dearest Pink Stars: as a dragon, I’m expected to be the hardest, bestest, fastest, and strongest of the bunch for the sake of survival no matter what; in spite of everything between us two, there are bound to be similarities all the same, something that many can still relate to.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to be so verbose at a time like this: it seems I’m not the only one who feels like something is missing in my life while in this day and age; as a matter of fact, I need your hot dragon cock inside of my pussy…” she’d said softly, already lost into the sights of Morra’s body also being wet with water, albeit in a smaller concentration due to their placement.
The orange dragon smirked at Pink Stars before stealing a kiss from her and replied instantly, “of course you would: you couldn’t help yourself even if you’d tried hard enough; after all, you’re just like many little ponies in the world, especially Equestria itself.”
Sure enough, the two occupants soon seized this very golden opportunity like they’d wished for after already embracing one another in the ever–present winds and waters from not too long ago. Eventually, the azure unicorn’s narrow whispering eye was now being firmly aligned with his prepuce immediately, giving out a rather diminutive, ardent yet heavy breath from her mouth. Either way, Morra had started resting his very hands on her fundament and back once more, slowly planting his muzzle onto hers before running his tongue against the latter without a care. Pink Stars didn’t care about the fact that their clothes already amounted to air and water, feeling the orange dragon’s shaft directly in her sheath calibrating their collective movements instantly. In amongst their very ordeal, the azure unicorn slowly wrapped her arms around the back of his neckline in an attempt to keep him close as they were now trading momentum with one another. Nevertheless, both their integuments 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 twosome moan. Gearing up from Morra’s yard deeply inside of herself, each intensely pulp friction had caused her to give a loud happy moan amid the heavy breaths and pants, verging on the loss of standing. Still grasping onto his back tightly, Pink Stars also felt the orange dragon grip tightening as her body threatened to give way, their placement prompting to raise a right hoof and bend the knee.
“OH YEAH, RIGHT THERE…!” the azure unicorn mewled with time enough at last as he’d began shooting out again, this time in the path of her velvet underground with its searing heat of the very expulsion making her face burn brightly while she’d remained sweating about at once, “that felt good inside of my snatch, all that cum…”
“You know, this wasn’t a bad place for lovemaking: it's perfect to clean up right after ourselves when we’re done, especially with all this water; after all, your loins were very sensitive when fingers were involved prior…” Morra had snorted before feeling themselves break away from the loving embrace almost instantaneously.
Despite having herself being overwhelmed by the orange dragon’s exploits, she’d found the strength to speak to him, “in any case, let’s do it together: it’s already late anyway and I was just finishing up until you came along and did that thing to me; never expected you to do all of that with your tongue from the start, eating me out and whatnot…”
Reaching for the same yellow bar of soap on the rack, the twosome were more than willing to start off with cleaning themselves up at once. Their cranial extensions were the collective first targets as soapsuds had gotten easily made, gone inwardly and around themselves both easily. Secondly, they’d started scrubbing their faces starting with the muzzles, gently wiping away the sweat and dirt with the froth instantaneously. Next, the two occupants had bristled around necks and underarms with their soapy hands into a caressing glee as spume seeped downwardly. Then, they’d exchanged foams that were being quickly left behind, dripping about right around their very abdomens and navels all the same. More bubbles then had circled across their own haunches as the twosome were found soothingly polishing themselves both all simultaneously. Aside from their legs, the two occupants were completely covered in foam before being rinsed away when they slithered right down the drain.
“Wasn’t that really fun, Pinky: there’s no shame in cleaning up after ourselves as you’d said; you feel like trying something else?” he’d asked Pink Stars once, currently completely cloaked in only clean water as she was since they were still facing each other, “the night is still young and so are we, not to mention I’m still flaring up for you…”
“Lick my cunt first: your cock has made me feel guilty that you’d barely sampled it while eating me out earlier; besides, I don’t mind you dirtying it up all over again with your slim little tongue anyway…” the azure unicorn had quickly suggested, resting her back against the wall before Morra almost immediately so to speak of.
Lowering back to her waistline again, the orange dragon laughed as he’d stretched the folds of her whispering eye gently, “you don’t need to tell me that, Pinky; after all, it was my decision to start coming in from behind first the second I’d found you in the shower pleasuring yourself in the meantime…”
“Oh, my stars may be pink, Morra, but I’m no Bearer of Laughter like that Pie pony; I can laugh but I’m nothing like her at all…” Pink Stars had moaned as she’d felt his exhalations brushing up against her sheath, despite the still running water pouring down, “ahh, you’re so bad but I like it…”
As the nerves and stamina inside the azure unicorn finally regained control almost immediately, Morra’s tongue quickly slipped out his mouth and slowly slid it into her velvet underground. Soon, she’d became giddy now that the orange dragon had started lapping up the contents of her whispering eye, quickly resting a lone hand on one of his horns for some support altogether. As soon as Pink Stars felt his muzzle tickling her sheath before slowly slithering it all inwardly, she’d moaned slowly yet loudly at the very tightness he was quick to remember not too long ago. Even so, Morra had ran his very tongue around the azure unicorn’s gaskins briefly as they, too, were starting to spread a bit further wide for himself to explore freely despite the lingering tastes. The orange dragon could barely help himself but drooled every time it went sliding in and out of her velvet underground repetitively, his hands now firmly placed onto her hips gently no less. In no time, Pink Stars gave out more small moans which had then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the depths of her whispering eye were being tampered by the likes of him. The sheer warmth from Morra’s expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to now squirt from the azure unicorn’s sheath and onto his taste buds warmly in return much to her delight.
“Mmm, just like a mare: tender and juicy at the end of the day…” the orange dragon had purred after collecting the last drop directly from her velvet underground, briefly shaking himself out of there immediately before turning his gaze upward to find a lasciviously grin waiting in the meantime.
After he’d stood back up straightaway again to face Pink Stars, they were locking lips once more this time with more feeling and length than before; after breaking away, she was quick to sigh, “it’s probably the only bit of levity we have together to free us from the monotony of our lives in Fillydelphia, Morra…”
“Don’t be too sure about it, little mare: with everything’s coming up so quickly, we won’t have to stay in the city too long at all…” the aforementioned male retorted as he’d watched the azure unicorn wipe the collective liquids away from her face effortlessly, “how’s about a little vacation to Horseshoe Bay next week; sounds like fun…?”
“Of course, but how will we even get there without any money; isn’t it expensive…?” she’d quickly asked instantaneously so to speak of.
The orange dragon had no problem answering Pink Stars all the same, “only if we stay in the hotels: we can find a cave by the ocean and sleep there; that way we won’t have to worry about raising a few eyebrows since some ponies are still not to kind to us being together in spite of everything that’s been happening lately since…”
“I know that: even though that things are safe for us in Equestria, they’re ponies whom haven’t caught up with the times yet…” the azure unicorn sighed as she’d stared at the curtain and the doorway faraway from themselves still opened long ago, “it just makes me feel uneasy knowing I’d acted like this before the fire; not only that, what kind of future will be there for us?”
“One worth living and fighting for, my little pony…” he’d said simply as far as she was still concerned no less.
This had prompted Pink Stars to ask Morra instantaneously, “hey, all this water you’ve been exposing yourself too must have made things taste boring since your arrival; how about a little drink from my jugs before we go off and do one last show together to end the night…?”
“Hmm…?” the orange dragon grunted before the azure unicorn sandwiched his face within the wet cleavage with little warning whatsoever; though caught off–guard, he was at ease with her soft skin directly at each side of the cheekbone: the solidus state of the address was made clear now that both occupants were in directly close range at once, “mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
“You like that already, don’t you, Morra; in that case, why not have a drink while we’re at it…?” she’d cooed after inserting him in between her bosoms at once, both parties fully aware of the collective means, motive, and opportunity, especially with his hard scales brushing up against her coat bringing out their remaining mutual arousal.
The titular tenant had bent forward face first within Pink Stars’ bust anyway, this time beginning to fondle them slowly with his tongue as it’d made her moan slightly from their close contact. Soon, the azure unicorn felt herself hardening about as the orange dragon had started suckling onto her figure, leaving behind some big ribbons of saliva onto her own cleavage in the process. Her moaning then intensified when his teeth had started chewing over her ords, causing both of the eyes to widen up a bit and some dentition to flash across the muzzle in spite of his gentleness. In spite of the suddenly sharp and stinging spasms therein, Pink Stars held on firmly as Morra had remained latched onto her bosoms’ endings, savoring it all due to its tenderness and fragility. As a result of the orange dragon’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air was traveling inside and out of the azure unicorn at various speeds and concentrations responsively to his actions. While accompanied by the lone legatos of her emissions alone, he’d soon gotten a taste of its very contents, the former grinning big as the latter had now drank away the fluids from the bust.
Now breaking away from Pink Stars, Morra was slowly becoming overwhelmed by another wave of concupiscence thanks to her and the fullest form she’d still possessed in a full display; needless to say, he’d said to her, “you know, make no mistake: at this rate, you’d make a great mother for our offspring one day in the future…”
“In that case, why don’t you shove your huge cock inside my slutty butt again, but this time I also polish my pearl as well…?” the azure unicorn quickly suggested, turning back around with a slight stationary sashay in the process afore the orange dragon, “I’ve been nothing but a bad mare, pleasuring myself all alone in the shower with no one to stop me ‘til you’d came along…”
“Thanks for the reminder on that issue alone; besides, since I’d helped you washed your honeypot, the least I can do is try to ream it some more again…” he’d laughed before grasping directly onto her right elbow tightly with his adjacent hand whilst his other limb had currently groped the moist and buoyant cleavage rather gently.
As soon the prepuce was found to be moving deeply inside the flanks again, they’d both resumed moving onward: even though it was slow like before, momentum was being regained as Morra used his left hand to go in between Pink Stars’ legs and start wiping her whispering eye slowly. They couldn’t help to love only every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness; after all, the orange dragon’s shaft was buried in the azure unicorn’s fundament whose owner was occupied by her own sheath being invigorated by secondhand efforts almost immediately. Each time they were moving around and about, they’d felt their supersaturated and contrasting integuments rubbing off of one another in this otherwise hot and heavy atmosphere with only the winds and water within their confines already providing themselves some much needed relief. The twosome were still in a touching grip, their perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they’d moaned more loudly than ever, all of which were being washed away rather instantaneously thanks to the running solution. She’d currently placed two of her fingers around one of her nubbins while he kept using his left hand to chafe her velvet underground smoothly and gently; as a result, their continuous efforts were getting themselves to another highpoint rather closely, something they remained aware of. Since such excitement was just around the corner, the duo was already comfortably numbed to the environment; of course, Pink Stars couldn’t even take it any longer, yelping at the peak of her own pleasure as she was shooting out juices all over her waistline from Morra’s actions alone. On a similar note, within the next plunge, the orange dragon’s extract was finally being shot out once more, optimizing the azure unicorn’s delight as they’d slowed down gently again, panting and moaning about while the showerhead still poured out its deluge right over their stained loins.
Afterwards, she’d turned her gaze towards the mixer tap’s three handles and place one hand onto the one in the middle and then the nearby knobs; before long, water ceased to be shooting out of its nozzle and onto their bodies, leaving behind a reluctant coolness within the lingering mist.
Pink Stars was the first to leave the bathtub, still dripping with water but indifferent to the lower temperatures hiding out deep within the evaporating atmosphere with only an immediate reply, “come on and let’s go sleep out in the nude tonight; even if I were to dry myself off, your warm body will be more than enough to keep me from becoming cold all the same…”
“Don’t expect us to do this yearlong, Starry; I don’t do well in the wintertime, especially with all the ice and snow…” Morra had said in turn as he’d followed right after the azure unicorn almost instantaneously all the same no less, “Hearthswarming may be the one day in the season I can look forward to without such worries but that’s all that I can take…”
“Oh, please… you’re much stronger than you think you are…” she’d laughed as the heat was currently being expended between themselves.
It wasn’t even long until both of the tenants had finally escape very fog rather quickly, closing the door abaft in the meantime; as such, all that had remained was merely the wind and water still stuck in the same environment with little room to escape from.
