Author's Note

This is my fifty–third clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Smudge Proof himself and Silver Wing.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about under a month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Dirtied Ditties

There was a lone city that was bathed in an elegant afterglow thanks to the eternal golden sun taking residence above them in the heavens with the cottony clouds traveling about in its wake. In them, the big bright blue skies contained a variety of lifeforms flying across the way over the rhythm emotion of the surface’s hustle and bustle flowing about without even so much as a care. There were towering behemoths ruling and governing the own landscape for although that they were divided, these constructs nevertheless shared the same power wielded over this very place. Aside from a variety of wagons running about the asphalt with sights and sounds contributing to its atmosphere, there were also some ships of various sizes surfing across the dyed deep blue. What had made it stand out the most were the massive flocks of ibises and seagulls that could run so far to and fro but couldn't get away with even the largest of wingspans as they’d cawed. On the other side of the vast and magnificent waters where the many ships had sailed in and out of were an abundance of sand and fog sprawled about throughout the massively beautiful earth. Most importantly, the very denizens themselves were abundantly commonplace coming and going inside the city by any and all means necessary as they pleased in sheer density whatsoever.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very metropolis, there were but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; still, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least: for starters, half of them were redheaded mares. Speaking of which, the first of the scarlet tressed was a freckled yellow pony with eyes of a clockwork orange accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the pink bow worn over them all, she’d worn a light green blouse overlaid by a pair of dark blue suspenders holding up her very shorts with its legs barely touching the kneecaps. Standing next to her was an orange stallion wearing a moderate shade of deep purple tresses slicked back as they’d matched his eyes: in regards to his very own attire, they’d consisted of a predominantly white shirt with some blue shoulders as well as a pair of emerald splashed shorts with slightly more pockets than the former considered. Behind the first couple of ponies was also a redheaded mare, except she was pasty white with her curls full of kinks compared to her brightly colored counterpart: the former’s clothes currently consisted of a pink blouse matching the eyes and a purple skirt accentuating her glasses as they were, both of which more than enough for smiling. Also nearby was another stallion, a gilded unicorn with darker and smaller eyes compared to his fruity and bespectacled correspondents altogether but not as dark as his shorts: the former’s tresses were jaded, much like the sleeves of the otherwise snow white shirt, already bearing an illustration of a gastropod directly into the middle. Right at the tail end was another redheaded mare with freckles, except she’d possessed shorter tresses and a bronze coloration: her clothes were much darker yet still colorful, consisting of a green jacket matching its wearer’s eyes and some gray pants; also, there were a small set of silver chariot earrings presently adorning her left ear. Lastly but not least was another unicorn stallion standing nearby, albeit bearing a colder cobalt instead: much like his gilded counterpart, he, too, had donned beady eyes in two different colors, albeit in a dark blend of chocolate and midnight; also, a blue shirt with orange accents and olive pants were covering its wearer’s heavyweight form.

“Thith ith New Hortheleanth: I wathn’t expecting it to be tho warm…” the pasty white redhead lisped about gently, the sights of it alone making her shake about.

Her bronze correspondent had quickly chimed on in, “what did you expect, Twist: it’s right down south of de border as far as I can remember; if anything, who wouldn’t want to leave de city at dis time of year for cooler pastures? Snow in December’s one of de most magical moments widin de very month; oders are Hearthswarming, schools closing, and watching de new year arrive. Any oder day besides one in even April or October would’ve left us begging for it to melt away; at least, dat’s what Scootaloo told me when she’d gotten back from Trottingham: I wish I could’ve been dere at dat chocolate factory months ago, you know.”

“Who else wouldn’t be there, Babs…?” the bulky stallion asked the titular target, grabbing ahold of her abdomen with a warm smile onto his face, “I can’t believe we had to miss out on the trip to Vanhoover of all places; judging from what your friends had told us, you all had quite the blast at that water park: it just reminds us all of Rosemound about the winter before last…”

“Relax, Snips, dere will be plenty of adventures we’ll have together now that we’ve tied the knot last year; our daughter Appleslice has been a real handful and my sister Sunflower has been looking after her alongside our parents…” the bronze redhead had already spoken back to the eponymous colleague with a yawn escaping into the open atmosphere.

Babs’ yellow counterpart then said, “that makes all three of us: Tender Taps and Ah have been taking care of Fizzy since seasons ago and it was a challenge for a good reason; thankfully, that’s what family is for…”

“At leatht you and Babth are family; thince my dad left, we had to hire a foalthitter for Ithy Bithy last year before going off to Vanhoover…” Twist replied with a tiny huff as she and the other five equine nearby herself still carried their hooves across the pavement all the same, “mom and Derpy have been doing quite a good job looking after her and the’s not alone thith time around.”

“We know about your dad: Babs, Libby, and Ah were there when you’d brought him up back in Rosemound about over a year ago; just be thankful we’re here today ready to have a good time, like before…” the gilded redhead had said to her pasty correspondent almost instantaneously so to speak of all the same no less.

Tender Taps then jumped into the conversation at once, “who wouldn’t be in the mood for a good time; that’s the beauty of being young and in love: we all have a whole entire future to look forward to together, not just with family but also friends and neighbors as well, right Apple Bloom…?”

“Right, Ten–Ten…!” the aforementioned mare said to the orange stallion in kind, nuzzling him without any for of hesitation whatsoever, “Ah heard that there’s a water park resort somewhere in the city that Smudge Proof had invited us too; even though we’re already wearing swimsuits underneath our clothes, Ah am pretty sure there’s more than a reason why it’s invite only…”

“Yeah…” the colbalt unicorn mewed softly.

In any case, Snips’ gilded counterpart had asked, “come to think of it, where is the resort; what is it like: will there be other ponies showing up as well…? Last time we’d went into a city as big as Rosemound, we’d almost gotten lost: I was honestly afraid we’d be getting hypothermia and freeze to death all of the sudden; thankfully, Tails was there to help us on the way…”

“Speaking of which, Snails, how is she anyway…?” Ten–Ten had asked the titular trotter whilst watching Twist gripping the latter tightly all the same, “I was wondering were was she when we’d been up at Vanhoover last year: you and Snips seemed to be the closest of friends since the three of you were young; either of you have any idea why she didn’t show up…?”

“I don’t: I’d figured it was because of the invitations or the lack thereof; even though some of the Guides show up, not all of them were there either…” the gilded unicorn answered timely, looking up at the skyline above the sextet with a somber look of expectation: from what he could see, an airship was in view, hovering nearby the skyscrapers but out of their range so to speak of.

Snails was lost in an artificial sea of negated nothingness on a flat plain until the pasty redhead’s voice sharply broken him out of the trance, “let’th jutht take a ride on one of the trolleyth to thave our energy: if we find a map, then maybe there’s a route to the rethort we can go to; I don’t want be too tired to even begin the fethtivitieth altogether…”

“Good idea, Twist; this is our first time in the city after all: the last thing we need is to get ourselves lost along the way…” the yellow redhead replied as a large metal contraption rolling across the street had entered her line of eyesight immediately, “look, there’s even one right now…!”

It didn’t take much for the entire sextet to be scurrying off into the direction of the sosaid vehicle in question, pushing their bodies from a casual stroll to an experienced sprint while remaining on the very same sidewalk they were all on; at this very moment, all that had mattered were the destination and journey itself at large.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. Everywhere within the confined space was made of ligneous material: the flooring, the walls, and the ceiling; in addition, there was a bucket already filled to the brim with water and a gourd. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up at the corners within the walls as they were bearing a plasma white scheme to illuminate the sweltering place and its tight surroundings. Generally speaking, there were exceptions that proved to be far from uniform so to speak of: in the middle was an open brazier, a clock at the top of the wall, and a screen door opposing them. Now that the scene was set, it was an ideal environment to purge any and all toxins clinging to whatever flesh that made up the integumentary system, the kinds of textures notwithstanding.

There were at least several stallions present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with towels worn around their waistlines as their only commonalities; as such, there were bound to be differences amongst themselves. The first were an athletically lightweight pair with tresses matching their very eyes: while one out of the duo was darkly coated in an emerald splash, the other one was lightly painted in blue with the sweetness of silver chariot swinging low. The next pair right nearby were more different to each other as they were to themselves: one, a silver heavyweight with tresses of burnt chocolate disco and blue eyes; the other, an aquamarine middleweight with amber orbs and green tresses.

“You know, now that I think of it, this feels all too familiar so to speak of: last year, we’d all met up here in Vanhoover with more ponies like Gallop and Seed; now, it’s just the four of us all of the sudden in New Horseleans…” the equine on the far right had said, despite the vapors obscuring themselves all the same so to speak of.

The jaded athlete soon joined into the fray, “I know, right: this is probably how it’d happened last time my brother and I were invited to one of Smudge Proof’s parties; kind of a coincidence, isn’t it…?”

“What’s the point of complaining about it anyway; it’s not like this was going to happen every time he throws a party, okay…?” the lone brunet had responded to his peer, slightly exasperated by all this but still keeping himself in check anyway no less, “besides, I’m actually glad to bring Berry along this time around: the last party was boring without her to have any fun whatsoever.”

“I hope that Rainbow Harmony is here anyway: it’s been over a year since Green and I had our fun together with her body; to be honest, we weren’t expecting her to be into something like this…” the cool lightweight had exclaimed.

The other middleweight now said softly so to speak of, “Lily never told me about her being into mares as well: the fact that they’d gone to the previous party up in Rosemound together honestly had shocked me; who knows what they could’ve done together up in Trottingham months ago no less…”

“I know a lot of things that Opal has been doing up in Trottingham because I’d also been there myself as well, Danny boy…” the silver heavyweight said with a happy sigh before taking in a deep breath at once, blushing about all the same nonetheless, “seeing her and those other three mares, Flutterbye, Rainbow, and Samoa, stretching out each other’s pussies together was so hot.”

“How exactly can they do that, Truffle…?” Green asked aloud almost instantaneously, still quiet to the rest of them anyway.

The eponymous stallion had the strength to answer the jaded athlete only immediately, “simple: they sit themselves down on the ground and put their hooves up in the air, spreading themselves apart so their snatches can be seen by anypony like me and Pipsqueak; meanwhile, they let them get stretched out by two mares nearby while they return the favor in kind so to speak of….”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the quartet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; five more stallions were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. All of them had possessed such commonalities: some coldly colored tresses, towels right around their waistlines, and metallic coating upon themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling onto was already at an end, exposed to the fog of hotness.

Speaking of the five though, while their collective use of towels made them one of the same as all of the equines who were already in attendance, they, too, possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the entrants was a snow white middleweight with eyes matching his tresses as stripes of a brighter color was found right into the midst of them all like they were layers of ice and snow buried underneath all. Secondment, a similar stallion was found to be trailing after the first and foremost, more grayer than the lone brunet himself but with redder eyes and some muscle by comparison as far as they were already concerned no less. Thirdly, as far as everyone else can see, there was a chocolatey unicorn bearing amethyst orbs with more of a pattern betwixt the tresses compared to the white pony up in front of himself, a trait many observers had noticed. Fourth of all, another cobalt unicorn had made his way in, this time more slimmer compared to his ginger correspondent as there was a gold highlight making its way across, despite the blue prevailing to match both eyes. Lastly, but not least, was a tan pony with a white stripe in the midst of his tresses; nothing else could be said about himself, except he was more muscular compared to either of them all but still lightweight all the same anyway.

“Hey guys, what’s up…?” the muscular pony was the first to speak up to the occupants in question, “I was expecting this room to be nearly filled up as soon as we’d got here today this time around…”

“Well, count your blessings on getting here; of course, I was just about to leave soon enough: my baby maker’s itching to get it stuck into some certain Filly Guide’s body, like before…” Truffle had sighed, blushing about as something had started growing slowly underneath the towel all the while.

The jade athlete looked on at the wall and replied, “no duh; it probably explains why she’d picked you: you couldn’t let go of your own cock…”

“Calm down, Green: once this party is started, Berry and Opal are going to be having the time of their lives again, just like before…” the heavyset brunet tittered about confidently, standing up to feel his tumescence within the textiles underneath so to speak of, “besides, I have a feeling they ain’t going to be the only mares coming and going if you all know what I mean from it…”

“Sounds like you have such an interesting dynamic: Pomegranate and I have been going to these parties together since Rosemound of all places; it’s been nice to get out of the Crystal Empire now and then so to speak of, especially after Sombra had been defeated twice…” the snow white middleweight had wheezed, causing the remaining octet to raise their eyebrows highly.

Out of the golden silence, the cool lightweight was quick to break it up again, “in any case, have either of you tied the knot before Rosemound…?”

“Who hasn’t…?” the brighter stallion answered before sitting down almost immediately no less, “even though we’ve been trapped in stasis for over a millennium, we had to waited until our bodies would grow long enough to become more like the older folks so no one would take advantage of any of us, something that Princess Luna had understood all too well…”

“That explains much…” Truffle said softly before finding the time to walk on out of the area immediately.

Beyond the event horizon was a ground zero complex which had currently stood out amongst other buildings deeply within the even territories. The cubic habitat was covered up in elaborate styles, colorful clashes of shades and hues crying out for warmth throughout its elaborate exteriors. The flat roofing was conforming to the geometric surface areas, much like the edifices around it albeit with but length and width instead of height. Many of the rectangular windows were tinted with a deeper shade of midnight blue despite the sunlight already latching onto the glass surfaces. Only the brown doorwall tallied the finishing touch to the otherwise unassuming establishment, opened to all, especially to those seeking solitude.

Standing outside were six ponies: Apple Bloom, Twist, Babs, Tender Taps, Snails, and Snips, the lone intermediaries facing the looking glass upfront within full view. The very air around themselves was already filled up to the brim with gentle breezes from the blue skies to forever as the green grass blew in the wind ever so light. An abundance of flora and topiary were also present, great and small, embracing the favorable conditions brought about by the warm temperatures as they’d grown. Beneath their hooves were an amalgamation of concrete and asphalt; in spite of the accumulating heat, the ground they were standing on chilled to the touch anyway.

“Looks like we’ve made it; we’d better head on inside…” the yellow redhead had commented on the proximity, the first of the several finding the time to trot towards the entrance, only to find it opening on its own as they’d slid sideways; unperturbed by their recent discovery, she’d gasped, “hello…?”

Despite the automated opening, the sextet were finding safe passage in the complex almost immediately, greeted with multiple aromas of a strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the very equines in question felt their lower limbs become cooler and insulated by carpeting so soft it was like the thick manes of napping lions albeit more tranquil. Within their collective viewpoints, the background itself was adorned with whiteness, a rather stark contrast to the elaborate decorum of its exterior the party was treated to not too long ago. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears with the gentle precipitations being all muffled. Some small quantities of furniture were found within the visitors’ eyesights: tables here and nightstands there with several chairs to and fro aligned neatly as well as some mirrors on a wall.

“Hmm…?” a faint reply entered Apple Bloom’s ears.

The new voice on the inside had belonged to a pink pegasus bearing purple eyes, a gymnastic physique, and a feminine appearance. The lone tenant’s mane and tail had already possessed an equal color scheme with thin racing stripes reminiscent of a tiny rainbow. Donned over the pink pegasus’ body were a snow white ensemble of a hat, sundress, and some boots with a tiny flower arrangement.

The bronze redhead became belligerent and barked briefly, “you…!”

“Me…?” the spectral single simply stuttered, pointing to herself as she’d laid eyes on Babs’ grimace, “who are you…?”

“Don’t play innocent wid us: everypony in Equestria and beyond knows of what you did, Cozy…!” the bronze redhead had bellowed.

Apple Bloom jumped in front of Babs and said to the latter, “relax, cousin… that’s Rainbow Harmony; Cozy Glow has already been dealt with, remember…?”

“Oh, I see… sorry about that…” the bronze redhead stuttered, losing some steam as she’d struggled to look at the aforementioned equine, “I thought she was–––”

“Never mind that: once upon a time, ponies thought that I was Rainbow Dash’s long–lost sister; now, it’s Cozy Glow this and that…” the pink pegasus peeped.

A tiny teardrop tore away from the leftmost of Rainbow Harmony’s orb, prompting Babs to speak up, “dat’s awful, I didn’t understand de pain you’d went through lately; I’m sorry by de way: it’s just dat my cousin Apple Bloom had her fellow Crusaders befriend her and she’d taken advantage of deir friendship and desires to get into Twilight’s school of all places no less. I take dis rader personally because it’d reminded me of what I’d done to dem when I’d first visited dem back in Ponyville about a decade ago; I still feel guilty about it because of how nice dey were to me yet I’d turned on dem because of all de bullying I’d faced back in Manehattan…”

“It’s nothing compared to what she did to me: from the day our eyes first met, I thought we had something; considering where we were, the two of us could’ve been together forever…” the pink pegasus wept a bit, struggling to hold back the deluge to maintain the neutral visage from earlier, “I was a foal for even believing the lies Cozy told me but betraying Equestria was even worse! Even though she was defeated, the stains in my brain latched onto me like some kind of parasite from outer space: everywhere I’d went, ponies thought of me as her distant relative whom inspired such plans to destroy the world; one stallion tried to rip off my mane thinking it was a disguise. Since that day, I’ve contemplated changing my mane and tail completely so it wouldn’t happen again; I’ve gotten Rarity to thank for coming up with such an idea, even though she didn’t mean for this to happen: at least the ponies liked her new look and she’d got her groove back since.”

“We still like the rainbow theme though: reminds us of those two lovely fillies I’ve first met in Rosemound long ago…” another matronly voice cooed, catching the four mares and three stallions off–guard.

In an instant, another pegasus mare had trotted right up to Rainbow Harmony’s side: already bearing jet black tresses and a freckly silver coating over the ample bosom and voluptuous curves directly underneath an elongated snow white housecoat, with such luscious eyes of green, the former was staring at the latter as well as the other equines presently and accounted for.

At ease by her presence, the band of seven said, “Silver Wing…”

“Welcome back, we’ve been expecting you; after all, the six of you did have fun at my master’s party long ago: you’ve even brought miss little Barbarella…” the titular tenant tittered a bit as she’d faced the bronze redhead tenderly, maintaining the distance between themselves at once, “speaking of which, how are you today…?”

“I’m doing great: even dough dat Appleslice has been a real handful since she was born, de Oranges have been real helpful nevertheless…” the lone redhead answered the silver pegasus almost immediately.

Silver Wing became tickled pink as she’d sighed serenely, “I might as well say the same thing about our child too, considering the project we’d done together about a year ago with you and your friends, Twist and Tag–A–Long; shame that Filly Guide has to wait another several months before she’s invited yet again…”

“Tag–A–Long’s a mother too…?” Apple Bloom asked, slowly staring at the silver pegasus’ abdomen at once after seeing the latter nod, “Ah had already heard about her already on the road t’ motherhood a few years ago from her friends, Berry and Savannah, especially considering how they have their own lives…”

“I know: Berry seems to be the most enthusiastic about being a mother since she and Truffle had so much fun since; anyways, I’m so looking forward to seeing all of you again by wintertime…” Silver Wing replied softly, rubbing the stomach gently as she’d looked down at the white fabric still clothing her very body.

The gilded redhead spoken back to the silver pegasus, “wintertime… what’s happening at wintertime and where…?”

“That’s for Winger and I to know and for you guests to learn all in due time; after all, you’ve come a long way from home to get to where all of you are today…” another voice had interjected immediately, catching the octet off–guard with a masculine tone, “sorry about her: she does seem to have a habit of talking a bit much; of course, it’s still bound to happen no less…”

Its point of origin was another tall white unicorn walking up to Silver Wing’s side quietly yet quickly for the others to witness. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than that of the silver pegasus’ tresses, donning sleek jet black stands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were but a balanced earthly tone of brown, accented by a lone nevus resting right beneath his left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simple: a conical felt hat resting upon the mane and a pair of board shorts both colored in red.

“Smudge Proof, good morning; we were wondering where you were earlier…” the orange stallion said suddenly so to speak of.

The eponymous elder chimed, “don’t worry about me: just had to put on the finishing touches before the party can began; besides, we’re glad that you’ve came here today and right on time too…”

“I know, Twist and I can’t wait to try the swimming pool…!” the gilded unicorn whinnied, holding the pasty redhead tightly as she’d began to blush from the sensation alone, “isn’t that right, you guys…?”

“Totes… let’s go, guys…!” Apple Bloom chirped deftly, embracing freely general hospitality in just keeling much negativity over proudly; quintessentially, reaching such timing unopposed valued work xenial youthful zeitgeist.