Sparx Flyover Coltingsville

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony Comic, Other, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Dragons, Profanity, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe
Length: 9891

One shot clopfic: canon x OC; based on a small series of fanart posted online by its artist, toonbat. A chance encounter between two convention goers ends with a shocking discovery about one another as their talents are being held out on display.

It's the start of a brand new day here in Coltingsville as the booming city wakes up to be bathed in the sunlight as its denizens begin to seize it for the sake of activities: one of which happens to be a major event where any and all walks of life come here to be taken in by the sights and sounds of what it has to offer, great and small so to speak of.

Of them, a lonely shopkeeper in the trade of comics and the like embraces the burning daylight after fleeing from the ice and snow of her hometown; whilst many would've no problem doing so in the face of changing climates, the fact that ponies aren't the only lifeforms mindful of such temperatures is of no surprise either, if one could call it at that.

None of them whatsoever pale in comparison to an unexpected encounter with an acquaintance from long ago: seeing the seconds on the clock being whittled away, she refuses to lose out and let the window of opportunity become closed completely, temporarily and otherwise; in addition, the life and times shared between themselves are about to be increased exponentially.

Published 2021-07-28 04:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-28 04:50:00 UTC

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Author's Note

This is my forty–ninth 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 a fan character to partake in it but he doesn't belong to me for toonbat deserves the credit; 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 an entire 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'd cut out so many words; I hope you can appreciate the effort I'd put in writing all of it and that we'd meet again soon, like before.

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To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a great overestimation for an utter lack of better terms to say the very least; however, it didn’t change the reality of it all. An abundance of stormclouds were found to be clogging up the firmament, dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon the world below itself before solidifying about. The target in question was a large conurbation, a series of tall buildings with its lights and sounds out and about as they guided the way all throughout for all its denizens. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregious to be standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance therein. Only signs of life brewing through the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were a dyed deep blue with a small collection of vessel in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth.

Speaking of which, there was a district inside of the city that was more in tune with the element in question by virtue of being made with it altogether. As uniform as the materials were, they weren’t like the rest of their collective surroundings due to the lack of symmetry and congruence all the while. In addition, many of the windowsills adorning the buildings were circular to a fault yet they’d been mostly obscuring internal affairs from the world. Nevertheless, much of the doors found were made of wood, its singular colors already blending in with the surface area of the stony shapings overall. There was a predominately warmly angular archway over the stone street, its blue beams bearing yellow dragons matching the statues in front of it all.

Out of all the structures found within the premises, one building in particular had stood out and about; though simplistic to a fault, the difference was all the came. “DRAGON COMICS” was its name, fitting since there was an integrated artwork of the titular creature with much of the jaded scaly body resting behind the sign. Considering there were at least a dozen colorful magazines sharing the same shelf on display, this would be more than enough to appeal to a wayward pedestrian.

At the very least, one of the interiors was more defined and uniformed in comparison with some color sparkling about in a faint hue of beige with a hint of plum all throughout the background. Beyond the small space that was lit up in the process, there had remained an entire area already exposed to the light, thanks to the ceiling fan above now spinning about with its wooden panels. In what had seemed to be devoid of life, the whole floor was decorated with a set of furniture: a blue chair lying in the middle while accompanied by a pair of couches sharing the same corner. Locked up in front, a lone rectangular machine was cloaked in blackness but its thinner screen was already being filled with sights, sounds, and substances whatsoever for it was already in use. Edging right underneath was a white dresser holding up more items than the adjacent wall itself: a quadrangular device in green and a series of pictures with a lone candle colored in cinnabar. Nonetheless, there was a lonely window to the outside world far beyond the single section where telecommunications had been faintly codominant despite being hidden by the gilded blinds. Either way, there was assorted carpeting cloaking the otherwise stony flooring, each section designed with the purpose of keeping thing warm and lively despite their collective differences.

In any case, a dark amaranth dragon was found to be watching the electronic, barefoot over the thick and circular jade with gray boots abaft them. Despite donning an orange hat, its wearer’s two horns poked round, bearing a grayish cornflower hue arising from the elongated rose quartz tresses. A pair of moderate turquoises was found to be darting up and down the placement the amaranth dragon was now on, surveying the imagery alone. Nestled around the individual’s body were a gold scarf, blue jacket and black pants, all keeping the snow from laying claim onto the scales at once.

The amaranth dragon had a cross look upon the eyes, pressing a button within the remote as darkness prevailed despite the remaining photons in the room whilst a raspy voice had spat out, “shit, at this rate, it’s gonna make Appleloosa feel like paradise: at least in the desert, we’ll feel like home with all this heat; no matter, that freak snowstorm will be just a dying memory…”

Shutting away the door abaft, the lone tenant glanced at the shovel against the wall and turned back around to find a dark hallway from the corner of the left eye. It didn’t take much for the amaranth dragon to shed a few more articles of clothing, placing the orange hat, blue jacket, and gold scarf upon a nearby pole gently. Currently, there had remained a long sleeved shirt found to be covering up the lone wearer’s curvaceous form, cementing the identity as feminine nevertheless.

Either way, no time was wasted whatsoever in exploring the dim hallway, already ajar on the left side as it’d been done well enough to be separate from itself and its other counterpart, not that it was much cause for concern for walking distance though since it was smaller in geometry no less for the most part. The slow yet steady change in temperature was already being suddenly felt by the amaranth dragon’s feet, currently showing off only instantaneously its flooring having been composed completely of merely terracotta tiles in a topographic arrangement reminiscent of its surface world’s scarcity. Instead of a bland color shade from before, its walls were adorned with a lukewarm goldenrod slather, radiating about with its electrical terrain but otherwise inactive; however, the ceiling was colored in true blue, bearing a singular light bulb where running photon had now instantaneously brightened it all up. Its accommodations thereof were all firmly gathered deeply within her line of eyesight: a toilet, sink, mirror, cabinet, hamper, closet, and bathtub with curtains became the very things providing such relief within those eyes; after all, the fact she was up and running had given her a clear and present motivation.

The amaranth dragon had soon taken her precious time studying what had been directly hidden behind the curtains upfront: a nozzle already guided straight overhead hung in from the walls with the mixer tap and its three handles resting underneath. Calmly, she’d started to place her hand onto one handle at the leftmost before arranging the other opposite of the middle; before long, a heightened pitch whine was followed by a deluge of water now splashing on the surface area directly below the faucet. Plain scents emanated from the compound in question, its vapors wafting up into the amaranth dragon’s nostrils as her cheekbones had soon burned more deeply than the scales over the body, freeing its observer from the cold oxygen from the outside.

She’d then found herself walking out of the bathroom, venturing further into the darker reaches of the very same hallway to find another door to open; although there was plenty of visibility to go around, it wasn’t even long until a singular flick of a switch had bathed the naked space in light, instantly chasing away the darkness as it’d became identified by her eyes in all due time. Its own ceiling, now illuminated by the amaranth dragon’s action alone, was suspended by about a mere few yards from the very flooring as it’d provided guidance quickly with all the partitions currently holding up the general composition already dabbed in a salubrious coating of vermilion wallpapering studded with carotene textures inside every fiber of its being concentrated about. The flooring itself was already basked in a tufted and orientated carpeting, rich with but a down–to–earth shade of viridian, something to fight off the coldness altogether as far as she was currently concerned, a much welcoming difference to the stony lonesomes of both floors, including, by extension, the bathroom with all its very tiles in where they latched onto both feet. A set of jet–black curtains were found to be covering up another windowsill, stagnantly unmoving as they’d hung facing the direction of an enormous bed resting nearby the frame, all donned with a burgundy comforter with orange sheets and pillowcase already slightly out of place yet otherwise so neatly arranged all the same so to speak of even if no one had cared at all. Relatively speaking, a tall dresser had stood close by a short nightstand, both of them sharing a matching taupe scheme as the latter having possessed a slender lamp and clock standing atop it all; in addition, there had remained a pair of doors that were standing adjacent from the bedside with a share of wooden knobs with all the olive lacquer and textures therein bearing pleasantries.

Still standing up straightaway, the amaranth dragon had walked towards the dresser in mere seconds, opening the tray to pull out a few more articles of clothing: a set of thick amethyst pajamas with emerald accents now rested underneath her right underarm before venturing off back in the open without any kind of complaint.

When she’d returned to the bathroom, her eyes and nostrils were treated to the sights and smells of fog and water now within the very area at once. Of course, the amaranth dragon currently made it possibly sure enough to prevent any unwanted intrusions by locking the door right away already. Walking over to the hamper already, she’d placed the textiles upon its ligneous surface before turning her attention to the still running tub no less. Already made aware of the current attire over the body, they been completely stripped off of the amaranth dragon, leaving herself absolutely bare.

She’d soon stepped inside rather slowly and carefully at once, quickly taking the time to close up the very curtains along as well so as to shut out what little cold air had remained before it’d even got the slightest chance of following after her. It wasn’t long until the amaranth dragon discovered the heated compound now instantaneously embracing her scaly integuments immediately as the frigid air thereof had been transmutated by the conflicting liquid temperature all the same. Although she was becoming at ease by the water clothing her body, the fact it’d still fallen out of the faucet threatened to reach its limits; thankfully, she’d moved on forward to return the knobs right back to where they been not too long ago.

If the fact that the amaranth dragon’s loneliness didn’t put her at ease, then the current location thereof cemented it immediately: even though the compound itself was lacking in variation, the heat and volume alone were more than enough for her all the same; after all, she was smiling at the reality of having to escape the ice and snow still going on outside the building and onward. As far as she could tell right now, she was more than relieved irregardless since the recent report of an impending blizzard made the cold shelter from it all more warmer than ever preemptively: even without having to turn on the electronic to receive any information regarding the weather, the recent stardust memories of having to shovel away the snow was more than enough overall. Nevertheless, the amaranth dragon had nothing more than the liquid water itself to keep her happy and healthy, especially since her face was above the surface area altogether; the simplistic qualities in and of itself were more welcoming than the solid ice and semisolid snow themselves, including the fog thereof still taking formation due to the prior differences alone so to speak of.

After several minutes have passed, a wayward left hand had found its way downwardly into the hot compound nearby her stomach; soon, something soft and tender was directly within range. Seizing the damp window of opportunity, it was quickly padded over in an instant; upon rubbing it slowly, the amaranth dragon had started chaffing about with no resistance whatsoever at once. A gradually loud moan had escaped from her own muzzle already, especially after the fingers soon began to nudge through the malleable space, thanks to their contrasting textures altogether. In no time whatsoever, the scant movements had now been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially since both of the amaranth dragon’s legs had then moved further apart at once. Still, the supersaturated fingertips had scoured in between the soft and tight crevice currently underwater, causing another high–pitched moan to escape from herself sure enough all the while. A jolt had travel up the spine, quivering with pleasure as the amaranth dragon was stroking up and down within the hydrated spacing before wedging right back inside of it all too effortlessly. With herself still moaning in a blissful ecstasy, the cavernous unknowns soon contributed to the warmth and moisture still unencumbered by a mere fraction by blending in almost immediately.

As the nerves and stamina inside the amaranth dragon’s whole body had finally regained control almost immediately, her head was slowly submerging about before stopping right at the neckline. Still hot and wet, a sense of satisfaction awashed her visage as more of the achromatic compound now crawled over her scales as they’re still devoid of unhealed wounds of yesterday and before. With much of the fog still hovering throughout the amaranth dragon’s very presence at once, both hands were now left to rest, each finger absorbing the moisture despite the harden surface. Although it wasn’t the same as when one hand was moving in and out underwater altogether, she’d smiled anyway from the loose textures of what had been stored up long ago all the same.

Some seconds passed until the amaranth dragon became enthralled by ennui, speedily sinking away from the surface world and into which of slumber straightaway, still above the compound.

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.

The clinging and clanging of such metal gears against itself were being heard throughout the cold distance as their innate structures served to provide the monotone percussion all across the way at once. The identity to this very cause originated from a bell that despite being painted in gold was made of brass, possessing many dents and crack yet capable of withstanding the vibrations and echoes it’d given. It was currently hanging around and about as it swung back and forth within an arc during the aria, already held firmly in place by a pole stretching outward that had been fitted in to touch two opposite sides.

Outwith the gargantuan instrument itself was but the uniformed sight of taller structures as the cacophonous percussion had started to subside altogether in due time. Zoning out up high as at least a dozen stories tall was a clock displaying a face with but an acute angle, its own thin arrows already pointing to the large digits nearby. A big red flag was found at the rooftop, already waving around over the otherwise ligneous shingles that were predominately out among the towering behemoths. Residing a mere variable stories from their own skylines were but two kinds of denizens in the metropolis: the many pedestrians wandering and countless drivers too. Kowtowing to all of this and heaven too were many thin blades of some plant–based lifeforms in the vicinity carved into the stony pavement so minutely yet unnoticed. Spreading around were the many oxygen atoms that were instantaneously being in use by all in their entirety, whether they’ve been inhaled or exhaled in the process.

Of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificent conurbation, only one was needed to be on display in broad daylight. Although predominantly adorned with but a rich chocolatey coating of bricks, there were spaces of flat uniform textures painted in beige upon high. At least dozens worth of rows were windows already plastered upon the structure, about a fifth of which were outlined in a coppertone framework. Resting firmly on the top were darker shingles aligned neatly about as they’d basked in the hot sunlight, making a triangulated shape all the while. A series of topiaries were standing watch nearby the entrance as they were right up in front of a black asphalt trail curving past so many vehicles. “GR8 DAZ3 HOTEL” a sign right above both of the bushes had read, all the blue letters and one loneliest number sharing a high yellow background.

Inside, the whole background alone adopted a similar style of the hallway from not too long ago: a snow white ceiling, primary colored walls, and chocolatey carpeting enter the line of eyesight. Only two burgundy drawers stood about, both carrying white lamps at each side of the bed with its comforter clad in similarity reminiscent of the amaranth dragon’s room matching a near chair. A window was etched across from her point of view, already granting her a view of the urban landscape in which the hustle and bustle of its denizens went on like a motion picture in action. Two white appliances were also found in the wake of the discovery, both sharing the same shelf near a corner: one on top had a small window with an interface; the other below, tall but lacking. In front of the bed was a matching desk triangulating the airspace between them, sitting beneath a round mirror and a similar contrivance sharing the red wall together with another lamp betwixt. Hanging upon the opposing blue was a monochromatic picture of a steely archway threatening to touch the upper border as if the metropolitan skyline alone was nothing more than unrestricted.

Sitting at the desktop with a blue folder in tow was none other than herself, currently clothed in a different attire than the one from before so to speak. A big pointed cyan helmet was worn over the amaranth dragon’s head as her tresses were already overtaken by a world of midnight with pink accents. She was also wearing a long plum dress matching the crescent necklace in spite of the goldenrod scarf from that very day in question overlaying it all.

Unlike before, the amaranth dragon was no longer alone for an amber stallion with darker eyes was currently sitting down upon the surface of the bedspread abaft herself, all quietly to a fault. Alongside a big green chest, she could see clearly that his shining mane and tail were already composed predominately of sapphire with plum and rose stripes reaching past the very neckline. The amber stallion was clothed in a tightly fitted snow–white bodysuit matching his small mask with a small spiky orange cape already accentuating both his leggings and boots here and now. In addition, he’d carried a purple plush dragon of a smaller size compared to the organic observer, matching the slender cone onto his facial headgear along a green backpack as well.

The amaranth dragon rolled her turquoise eyes and remained focused onto the paper with all its masterstrokes while the amber stallion quickly pulled out white headphones and a flat electronic.

She was already grinding her utensils on the material gently, producing sights and substances screaming sheer sensationalism had they all came to life before anyone’s eyes, hers included. He’d immersed himself in a sea of bombastic drones pulsating in and out of his ears as his eyes stared at the compact contrivance all the same, concentrated from his headphones all the same.

It didn’t take much for the amaranth dragon to put her tools down and place the papers right into the folder before standing back up to talk to the amber stallion at once, “Sparx, I’m gonna take a shower; I’d like nothing more than to have my work like I am: alone and avoided…”

“Okay then, I won’t touch your stuff or anything if that’s what you’re implying; besides, I’m not a creep nor do I want to be one…” he’d replied as she’d found her attention directed towards the backpack resting nearby the satchel in amongst their very room alone, “I knew Mina had acted like a real pain last time we’d met but I hadn’t expected meeting her again at a time like this…”

It didn’t take much to be carrying off some jet–black undergarments and a few bottles along within her grasp before heading off to some other door upon turning a corner on the right side. Another door was being slammed gently, followed by a screech signaling the rapidly pitter–patter of water; as such, it didn’t take long to realize what they’d already meant instantaneously. Such sounds in question were enough for Sparx to paint a picture of what Mina was currently doing and the aftermath of her next form with the overtly blatant clues being laid out and about. To say nothing much of the amaranth dragon in regards to the amber stallion would be a general understatement in the very least, considering his rather small array of options that were provided.

In any case, it was time for him to return the items to where he’d gotten them from as far as there had been concern within his mind: closing up the electronic, it and the headset connected had found their way right inside the box almost immediately so to speak of; afterwards, he started to remove the boots and open up the blanket from the upper left corner before crawling inside of it.

Unbeknownst to Sparx, she’d returned minutes later, this time in a different state compared to clothes she’d worn today and yesterday already. Although Mina was certainly not in the altogether this time, her brassiere, panties, stockings, and garter belt were enough to exemplify her body. Such physiological traits that were made apparent by the amaranth dragon went unnoticed by the amber stallion whom was facing the windowsill. The marginal dampness upon her hair had done little, if at all, to change its colors right back to their original form from long ago so to speak of.

“Sparx, are you still up…?” Mina had now called out to the aforementioned equine, this time more gentle compared to the last sentence.

Even though that amber stallion didn’t move, he was quickly sputtering to the amaranth dragon, “huh, what…?”

“Look, I want to say sorry about what had happened earlier; I’d thought I was going to have a room to myself since months ago…” she’d said to him while sitting down on the opposite end of the bed, now staring at the picture hanging over the headrest, “of course, I’d never considered the possibility of so many travelers booking a stay in this hotel just to go to Proton Con this year…”

“It’s nothing really, if it’s any consolation, it’s not really my first time going there as you’d known: last year’s appearance was the first time you’d seen me all alone, just like you were when you’d attended; I had a wife and we use to go there together for the past seven years…” Sparx sighed while refusing to face Mina anyway.

The amaranth dragon wasted no time asking the amber stallion, “I’m sorry if I’m prying, but who was she like: what was her name; where is she…?”

“I guess there’s no point in delaying the inevitable, especially considering this bizarre turn of events which had unfolded…” he’d exhaled, now rising from his spot but still unwilling to face her all the while as far as she was concerned in the very least, “her name was Capstone and she was a kind mare; we first met back over a decade ago when we were both working down south. I’d just gotten out of AKB University with a baccalaureate in Drama and Theater Arts after I’d became a fully grown stallion: even though I’d gotten a job in my junior year, I wasn’t able to get that much work outside of advertising and the like no less; therefore, the only way I could make something of myself since then was to make some short films here and there all the same. It wasn’t much when one compares them to all the stuff that had been put up on the silver screen, especially with all of their skills; speaking of which, that was how I’d ended up getting my first job at Alpha Delta View voice acting here and there afterwards: my first role was dubbing over one the characters in a giant creature feature involving an undersea world within the Luna Ocean. Apparently, it was based on a live–action film that took a lot of inspiration from books about countries in times of war and peace written by Neighponese authors speaking of such things; anyways, it was in a decades long franchise speaking about the horrors thereof and its aftermath, specifically the dangerous proliferation weapons of mass destruction, mundane and otherwise. After the movie was released, there was this other role I became known for as well as where I’d met my wife the year after it: Capstone got the part of dubbing the technician and I had the main role and not just for the main series but also the films too; in hindsight, looking back on them, it’d almost felt like we were destined to be together simply because we had so much in common. Mares like herself, especially in the localization industry, were a dime a dozen and yet I’d chosen to be with her as she’d chose me; after all, it was only an uncommon occurrence for ponies like ourselves to meet, fall in love, and marry as it’d always been before: in any case, we were both married a few years after I’d gotten my tenure at the studio, living together as husband and wife. Most ponies couldn’t resist making a big deal out of it like they’d done since the last decade with the renaissance of print media: it’s amazing that out from the rising mass of ink and paper, they’d end up metamorphosing long enough to spawn radio and TV; the world had now changed to the point where ponies can build things to help make a schedule and stick to it however they could. Still, all we ever wanted since the day of our wedding was to have a foal of our own and raise it to achieve a promising future; sadly, within the eight years we’d both spent together, all of our attempts to do so have ended in failure no matter the efforts: not only that, the stress of carrying on with our jobs and traveling about became far too much for Capstone and I to even continue. So it was decided we’d to split up and end the marriage on good terms, something few couples would’ve been able to even do: since we never had any foals of our own, it was much easier for us to divide up the possessions we’d shared together since then; still, no matter how many times we keep seeing each other all happy and whatnot, I still couldn’t get over the mutual loneliness.”

“Then, I suppose the old saying from the past was right to a fault: ‘I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’ – Elfrede, Lord Tawnysen, In Memoriam A.H.H.” Mina said, prompting Sparx to turn his head to finally face her visage almost immediately.

At the very least, the amber stallion was quick to reply to the amaranth dragon instantaneously, “where did you learn that…?”

“The library or, at the very least, the one in Dragon Town; Fillydelphia has been one of the few towns that have accepted us…” she’d answered him all too freely whilst looking directly at the minimalistic scenery right outside of their shared room no less, “of course, that didn’t always mean we were on good terms with the ponies that outnumbered us thanks to being their home. As far as I can remember, there were times they were taught about how our species had no problem whatsoever menacing anything that happened to be smaller than any of us altogether: carnivorous diets, treasure hoards, burnt life, rampant territorialism, polluted oxygen, inevitable gigantism, and elongated slumbering – stuff constantly happening in the circle of life and death. Of course, it wasn’t like we’re all like this, let alone mindless beasts ready, willing, and able to watch the world burn at any day: many beyond it and Equestria at large have consolidated societies in where they were the only species that live here on their own; after all, I’ve read all about them in the comics and encyclopedias now and then whenever the opportunity had arisen. Speaking of which, even the district I live in have minorities amongst us like halfbreeds and hybrids taking residency as well: many were already regarded as the lowest of the low to the ponies themselves, even more than the purebred dragons altogether; I was one of them because of the hair I had, though I’d probably could tell there were others that had ears too despite that. Nevertheless, it seems that even in the Dragon Lands we get called to at any time, the sentiment is all the same to us from there: even when we’d been left alone, they’d also refused to see us as one of the same because of how close we are to the Equestrians; of course, we weren’t the only dragons whom had the same issue of how the others of our species had looked at us, you know. There was once a dragon that had came to this city under the watchful eye and wing of Princess Luna herself, Celestia’s sister: his name was Spike, a purple dragon known for saving Equestria about a dozen times, including the whole Crystal Empire itself; anyways, they were here to investigate a series of fires going on in the city, putting all of us, dragon and pony, on the edge. Seeing how they were happening so very close to our district, we were constantly under scrutiny by their unicorn police instantly; of course, it’d also seemed that the locals weren’t even the only ones whom suspected any of us to be causing the fires I’m afraid: when he’d came on by to go and investigate them, we’d engaged in a conversation about dragons and how they act altogether. Apparently, he’d went off to the Migration just about at least a year ago and came across some older dragons back in their Lands: according to him, they seemed to have no problem acting like they own the place simply because of them being all larger than him; at the very least, I told him about how they were just a small part of their society as the villainous ponies were to Equestria. Ironically, the arsons which had taken place wasn’t even the work of a villain but rather a fire snail traveling all the way there: from what I was able to learn, they’d seemed to be something that wouldn’t be out of place in the Everfree Forest or so it’d looked; nevertheless, we were able to save the lives of the ponies within the apartment as soon as its slime created a new inferno.”

“I see then, perhaps some things just never change, let alone adapt to it: even in Equestria, there’s always problems and the elements couldn’t make it right to save a life; of course, I have no right whatsoever to expect something far more different than this if anything at all…” he’d said to her almost immediately with a faint and mirthless laugh.

Mina stood back up and pressed onward, “and what make you say that: because of one failed marriage, the fact that my kind’s been persecuted, or the fact that Equestria’s not the paradise many have spoken of? As far as many can remember, we, as individuals living in a society, have always been at odds with each other and themselves so often, too often many have questioned our worth altogether: in the eyes of dragons, the ponies are but scum beneath their claws as they view us the same in essence vice versa. Even before its founding, there were tales of atrocity and terror riddling history as they were committed against both the individual and collective in times of war and peace as well; the fact that the world is still at peace proves that it’s not in our destiny to be enemies deserving of obliteration as many had hypothesized before. Either way, the societies thriving about were built upon the principles of freedom and equality, success and willpower to be the outcome and input made possible by the individual themselves, a commonality shared by both Equestrians and dragons alongside other beings like and unlike us. In any case, a history spanning countless years read, written, drawn, and calculated by its subjects serves a straightforward purpose: to pass along the legacy of knowledge acquired by its predecessor down to the next generation and have it expanded even further. It has already been established, that they, too, the ponies, especially the pegasus themselves, have begun as warriors, forced by heir harsh and inhospitable lands to fight for survival and in the midst of it all, like us, they’d managed to build thriving civilizations. Of course, the idea that one species is better than the other is straight up absurd to a fault for a good reason: much like the governments throughout the world, nature has its own checks and balances for all life to conform to; even the strongest of dragons can be brought down by a blinding snowstorm, the same way a pony could. Overcoming our weaknesses is what makes us capable of living life to the fullest and finding a place within the world itself; the fact that you’d mustered up the strength to go out to Proton Con alone is proof that you’re far stronger than you’re willing to give credit for.”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to be so verbose, let alone be so knowledgeable about so many things at such an age ever since…” Sparx said softly as he was soon slowly summoning the strength to stretch out his face into a slight smile upon the visage at once, “it seems that there are some mysteries that have yet to be solved…”

“Don’t be too sure: there’s one ready to be solved; can you close your eyes please…?” the amaranth dragon had sniggered about as the amber stallion wasted no time altogether heeding her suggestion without any complaint whatsoever.

Seeing they were still sharing the same bed, she’d wasted no time closing the distance against his presence, their eyes accented by blushing considerably. As the twosome finally had grown closer to one another, even the light and air became heavy and dense with every breath they’d taken in such short time. Therein, their mismatched mouths had slowly opened up with their eyes remaining closed, the mutual proximity plain to see thanks to the lights over. In little time whatsoever, they’d soon surrendered themselves to each other’s amorous intentions, gently wrapping both arms around their targets’ backs. Neither of them had dared to relent, spending over a minute or so tongue–tied amidst the very embrace as their conjoined passions started flourishing. 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 quickly cherished. Olfactories were now beginning to shift into a higher gear as Sparx had picked up on the firey fragrance emanating from the very likes of Mina alone. Of the twosome in question, the amber stallion felt the entirety of the body trembling about from returning the amaranth dragon’s kiss due to asymmetry. Details alone couldn’t even be enough to describe whatever they were both thinking so to speak of, at least not yet from his perspective or lack thereof.

The juxtaposition amidst the duo was something that Sparx had taken note of, cerebrating how angular and warm her mouth was at this moment in time, “so this is how her kind kiss: I’m amazed that she can control her own flames, let alone regarding her contact with a pony such as myself; is this her being considerate to me…?”

“Now then, here comes the next phase…” Mina chuckled tepidly after breaking away from their shared kiss, crawling back from the amber stallion and turning her attention to the undergarments already worn; even though the former became isolated, the elation still ran high as the latter cast a serene reflection, “no more holding back; you’re not a hatchling anymore…”

“Is it time yet: can I open them now…?” he asked the amaranth dragon almost hesitantly, just as the latter started shedding them almost instantly.

After freeing herself from what little fabric had clung onto the owner’s scaly body, she was now back into the altogether, this time with a star witness up in front as a playful snort escaped from the former, “of course it is…”

“Oh, my…” Sparx sputtered about as even though he was captivated by Mina’s steady decision to bare it all to him, he’d remained hesitant at the supple form and the density within her chiseled state once hidden away by her layers of clothing, “is this what you look like underneath them…?”

“What’s the matter, you don’t like what you see: I’d thought you stallions could handle a little T and A; don’t tell me you’re getting cold hooves already, aren’t ya…?” the amaranth dragon cooed as she’d returned to the bedside, crawling up to the amber stallion with a salacious smirk upon the former’s visage.

It didn’t take much for them already face–to–face with each other once more, this time with feelings of concupiscence and longing as he’d answered her almost immediately so to speak of, “not at all, I was just surprised, that’s all: I’d never imagined a dragon such as yourself to be so similar to our mares, let alone be so youthful…”

“I’m still a grown up by Equestria’s standards; I’ve been living alone in the city for the past several years…” Mina snorted as her otherwise faint scales had become deeper than ever in saturation all thanks to Sparx himself, “even then, somehow, the sight of my own reflection increased my loneliness…”

All throughout the way, the amaranth dragon wasted no time whatsoever in rejoining the amber stallion back onto the bedside, her integuments shimmering with heat due to such differences between themselves when they’d both became put at ease by the abundant coolness and oxygen reestablishing the collective atmosphere even as trace amounts of water still latched onto herself. Both of its occupants had taken the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once again, this time becoming soft and wet despite being high and dry as she was no longer bound by the thin solids like and unlike her own clothes from yesterday or today, much less the apprehension previously dominating his mind as it’d already done in the distant past. Carefully at ease with their collective state of being, the two tongues had danced around against each other as they were both vying for dominance as their owners’ faces were burning brightly both internally and otherwise from the very passionate ordeal, even with the crisp temperatures of air around their bodies wafting their way into the very same room from any conceivable path.

Sparx cautiously examined Mina’s sheathed wings with his hands as they’d unfurled behind their owner’s back, unrestrained by her own fabrics completely; needless to say, he was still gentle enough not to inflict damage onto them in any shape or form whatsoever, not that she’d even cared in the slightest overall.

The amber stallion commented silently to a satisfactory yearning regarding the amaranth dragon, “her body feels so hard yet delicate; I bet this might be what it’s like to be a dragon in this day and age: Mina smells like a hot spring and her wings are like nylon and silk meshed together…”

“Sparx, lose ‘em; I want you to take me…!” she’d hissed softly into his ear upon breaking away from their mutual kiss at once, transferring one of her claws from the back to latch onto the small zipper holding the body suit in one piece, “please show me what you got…”

“Already, why didn’t you say so…?” the titular traveler tittered about as one of his hands had found itself pulling the metallic extremity downwardly, freeing himself from the compactness therein while exposing Mina to his teal undershirt.

Still, the amber stallion wasted no time crawling out from his bodysuit, showing off more of his skin and some additional underclothing too: a stripy pair of boxers matching the undershirt along some snow–white socks reaching up to his cannons soon entered the amaranth dragon’s line of sight.

Taking aim at his undergarment’s tumescence underneath the surface area, she was quick to chuckle, “even as a divorcee, you’re still a little dorky like a lump of shit that someone left on the sidewalk; it’s no wonder why she’d left you all alone years ago: you make my molt feel like next to nothing so long ago…”

“Dorky?!” Sparx spat out in shock and outrage as two more primary colors entered his visage while Mina soon knelt towards him and ran her hand over his protuberance within the boxers as she was salivating about, “listen here, I maybe a lonely little loser, but dorky just about pushing it altogether, you slanderous sneak…!”

All of this fell on deaf ears as the amaranth dragon was instantly glancing at the amber stallion’s uncovered prepuce with a profligate grin, quietly giggling at its rather modestly darkened length. Initially, she’d used the same hand to knead the shaft around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, he’d felt it spring up on towards her muzzle in little time whatsoever so to speak of. Sure enough, Mina’s own tongue had quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid Sparx’s yard around, her warm salivation currently making contact caused him to grit all of the dentition. Despite being somewhat helpless, all the amber stallion could do was rest one of his hands over the amaranth dragon’s hair, stroking and patting based on moves she made prior to pressing on. Even though that she’d remained silent, she was taking so much great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from his prepuce whether inside her mouth or outside him anyway. Slowly but surely, Sparx spreaded his legs a bit further to give Mina more room to lick around, his frigid inactivity now melting into a compliance of room temperature unlike the outside world. The amber stallion could barely help himself but drool and blush now more than ever as he’d felt the amaranth dragon’s tongue running around the shaft, his hands holding the base of her head. After slurping about within due time, she’d driveled onto his yard for some significant time until her very mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, prompting her to swallow it all in an instant.

“Perhaps, I stand connected: now you’re just a dweeb…” Mina had gurgled after catching what was left on her lips as a result of the biochemical solution’s trail breaking away from Sparx himself.

It didn’t take much for the amber stallion to prepare for the amaranth dragon sandwiching his face within the bared and pointy bosoms with little warning whatsoever; although caught off–guard by the rather abrupt decision–making, he was at ease with the scaly integuments belonging to her now directly at each side of the cheekbone with a sigh, “gyuh…”

Aroused by her proactive ways, he was also becoming fully aware of the collective means, motive, and opportunity within the solidus state of the address made clear now that both movable lifeforms were in directly close range at once. Sparx broke away from Mina’s bust to look up at her tenderhearted turquoise orbs with a slight saturation therein from his prepuce, feeling his fingers fondle her cleavage slowly as they’d made her moan slightly due to the first contact. Soon, the amaranth dragon had felt herself hardening about as the amber stallion began suckling onto her buoyant figure, slowly leaving behind thin ribbons of salivation onto the surface area of her own bosoms much to their owner’s delight. Such moaning had then intensified when his teeth soon chewed right over her nubbins, causing both eyes to widen and dentition to flash on as she’d watched him latched onto one of them, even though there was no harm being done already. In spite of the suddenly sharp and stinging spasms, Mina had helped Sparx continue onward so he could savor it all due to the both of them being gentle, already trying his very hardest to get something out of her as it’d been done to him. As a result of the amber stallion’s unyielding efforts overall, the freeform oxygen traveled in and out of the amaranth dragon’s body at various speeds and concentrations responsively from the whole entire exercise altogether so to speak of. As he was accompanied by the lone legatos of her emissions, his tongue gotten a taste of its contents as she was smiling about at what was being done, watching as liquids dripped from the ords despite him cleaning them out all the same.

“You ready for some afternoon snacking…?” Mina whispered about as she’d slowly broke away from Sparx, standing on both knees while displaying her undercarriage with its own compounds now escaping from between her glistening legs and talons, “I’d actually been looking forward to having the time of my life with the little guy but he was too young when we’d met I’m afraid…”

“Who wouldn’t…?” the amber stallion said as his own face was now buried into the amaranth dragon’s nethermost almost immediately.

Despite her weight currently concentrated directly onto his thorax, she was still gentle enough to maintain balance as her thick thighs had surrounded his face to introduce her moist flowerbed. Both ords of Mina’s bust had all stood on endwise from the heated air present and accounted for, the opportunity in which she and Sparx were stuck in the moment of time to indulge themselves. The amaranth dragon spread her legs wide away from the amber stallion’s face and neck so as to provide him room and levity whilst still fortifying herself directly all over his face all the while. Even understanding that it was only but a matter of time before freedom could ever be regained, he’d remained at ease with the very contents of her undercarriage trickling down into his mouth. Several fingers now found their way onto the ends, belonging only to Mina as she’d moaned delectably from the strokes Sparx’s tongue having begun making beneath her very nethermost. Needless to say, they were still delighted by each other’s company because of the warm peace: the amaranth dragon now already looking down at the amber stallion’s face with a blushing grin. Within a matter of moments, her mews and squeals increased from his actions as she’d slowly lost control of herself, left at the mercy of compromising structure formed over his face at once. Although Mina had remembered more than well enough to preserve Sparx’s airtime, even she knew it was only a matter of time afore such a lust would soon overwhelm her like it did to him. In any case, the amber stallion took his time to explore every nook and cranny within the amaranth dragon’s flowerbed, slurping and licking away the flavorful fruits of love’s labors lost.

As she’d shivered and shaken from his course of action alone, the exothermicity between their actions had staved off whatever cold weather had still bothered to sneak inward; of them, the former cried out, “AHN~!”

“Mmm…” Sparx gulped before Mina toppled away from his soaking mane and muzzle, resting her head onto the soft surface nearby his hooves while taking a glance at the pulsating shaft still attached to himself with all the warm dryness entailing, already feeling themselves perspiring about, “you’re so good at making the first move, Mina; I’m still feeling so hot already…”

“You’re not so bad either: your cock’s is still tasting better than before, let alone the first time; I’d almost forgot how frigid you can be…” the amaranth dragon gasped for air while speaking to the amber stallion whom was instantly finding himself the time sit back upright freely without her body holding him down directly earlier.

Needless to say, he’d replied as she did the same, “in any case, how about we continue this little show of ours back on the road…?”

“Ah, why not…?” Mina articulated, watching Sparx discard his undershirt in due time as she’d moved her hand down into the supersaturated area his tongue had been to earlier ago, “we have the whole afternoon and room to ourselves anyway; no use in going about it too much too soon…”

“Glad that we can agree on it; besides, I don’t want to ruin this costume anymore than I already have: I’ve worked way too hard on this…” the amber stallion chuckled while the amaranth dragon had started to push her fingers within her splashy undercarriage, moaning with pleasure without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

It didn’t take long for him to cast aside his remaining articles of clothing, both flanks having bore twin thunderbolts intersecting with a straightened stick; currently, he was finally in the altogether as well for her to see clearly presently. Using the remaining strength, Mina started getting her dripping nethermost back over to Sparx’s muzzle, realigning herself at a different direction in which she was now taking aim at his yard still rising adjacently before her eyes. At this rate, the amber stallion was feeling his cheekbones now burning brighter than a rose red ruby since he and the amaranth dragon were mutually inverted towards one another, her hands making contact with both his kneecaps. With the same tongue from before, he’d now jutted into her moist flowerbed as it’d sent tingles through her body again, both eyes shut tightly and quiet moans suppressed instantly whilst she’d mollycoddled his prepuce with fingers. Mina reopened them to look onward in contentment away from the rest of Sparx’s body, her very haunches held firmly in his grasp with his muzzle buried inside at once running roundabout her undercarriage as she swayed her waist. The amber stallion wasted no time whatsoever in lapping at the amaranth dragon’s nethermost with nearly fractioned thunderbolt speed, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue surveyed her surface areas and depths. Soon, she’d felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with his excursion had given way to hunger and thirst as he’d stretched flowerbed widely with such ease and roughness alone, prompting herself to go lap at his shaft. A loud moan escaped Mina as she’d gurgling about at the stardust memory of Sparx’s, pushing her to reclaim it whilst surpassing the hollow point of threatening her otherwise toned structural integrity even as he rubbed them gently. Needless to say, the amaranth dragon was in bliss at what the amber stallion was doing to her in kind, his yard deep inside of her muzzle with all the freedom entailing as her undercarriage was still leaking about thanks to his efforts.

Of course, this didn’t last long as despite their tongues and mouths transferring so much stimulating pleasure amongst themselves, only he’d gotten more gushing about from her nethermost to his open mouth like a waterfall while she’d received absolutely no such results whatsoever.

In any case, Mina rolled off from Sparx’s body with a playful snarl in tow, “shit, all that jazz and no spunk to drink from; I oughta milk ya dry until I get what I needed but what can ya do…”

“Forgive me, but you already did that a long time ago when you’d sucked me off, Mina; still, I’d like your lemonade anyway…” the amber stallion gasped after licking away the last of the amaranth dragon’s solutions, freed from the weight placed on him, “still, I’m sorry that you’d didn’t anymore of my seed; never managed to make it this far…”

“Don’t worry about it; your little friend here must still be eager for more action so I still have a way to make this work: I want you to toss my salad…” she’d sighed whilst presenting her fundament far away from him yet still remaining upon the same bed with a pillow now hugging its user’s underbelly.

With the same tongue from before, Sparx jutted into Mina once more, this time into her breech as the tail adjacently stood upward in front of his occupying face despite being gripped tightly. The amaranth dragon had looked back quickly after feeling the amber stallion’s hands onto her haunches and his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within thoroughly like prior. Despite stopping to lap at the adjacent nethermost underneath her, he was still determined to bring out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to the fundament and vice versa. Soon, Mina felt her saliva curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of Sparx’s exploration still gave way to hunger and thirst; needless to say, she was miffed regarding before. In the meantime, the amber stallion had stretched the amaranth dragon’s breech wide apart afore forwarding his tongue back in, causing her to shut both eyes again whilst giving out a loud moan. She’d started gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste him once again, the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing she’d have done more to support herself much earlier. Mina attempted to reach down to her wet flowerbed and started furbish it rhythmically as Sparx began to permeate throughout the haunches in such an illustrious manner slurping and licking.

As his saliva dripped down into the abyssal fundament, the amber stallion listened to the amaranth dragon cry out with joyful lasciviousness with warmth entering all those folds altogether; she couldn’t even hold herself firm any longer from the continuous onslaught orchestrated by himself before he’d began to give out a slobbering moan in the process, “mm…”

“Please shove your hard cock in there already, will ya?!” Mina barked voluptuously after taking in another licking from Sparx‘s tongue, prompting him to relent, release and retract himself from her breech as he prepared to take a stand once more; at this point onward, his prepuce now took its place abaft, “let me be your dirty little slut dragon; I’d love taking it up my slutty butt…!”

A blushing grin was flexed from the amaranth dragon as she’d started feeling the amber stallion’s moist shaft near the same crevice of her haunches with deepest and dankest desires. With him still holding firmly onto her fundament stretched wide, he’d taken his yard and had plunged it in through slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused her despite the stress. Since the still supersaturating saliva deep inside Mina’s narrowly tight breech was acting as an emollient, she’d felt more pleasure each time Sparx slowly rubbed against her scaly formation. The amaranth dragon wavered around and gave out vastly little, high–pitched moans from her lips, yelping in happiness once more with her spine electrified about thanks to the amber stallion. Even he could barely help himself but grunt, pant, and moan every time his thrusting prepuce punctured throughout her haunches, wriggling around like a lavish caterpillar despite textures.

“AHN…!” cried Sparx as he’d slid his yard all the way into Mina’s already salivated fundament and felt himself escape: this time, its tickled pink warmth began conjoining with his cold salivation within the spiked abyss; still, its reminiscence of typhoon force winds drilled deeply in her with great pleasure, compelling herself to shoot a suppressed burst of smoke in the open air.

After it’d cleared itself out, the amaranth dragon finally collapsed onto the fabric as she was lying back onto the bedside, weakened and vulnerable thanks to the amber stallion whom had been drenched in perspiration alongside her; despite this, she’d still found the strength to speak, “thank you, Sparx…”

“You’re welcome, Mina…” he’d chuckled softly, laying next to her as the light of day illuminated their room in around themselves, still unperturbed by their past performance as the sun was now on the horizon, “you’re so dirty and I love it…”

Straightaway snuggling in soaking sweat, slavering salivation, and secreted saps shared and served simultaneously so to speak, Sparx and Mina had both softly sank into the soothing slumber soon enough.