Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after all those times spent uploading and updating; however, this is still a clopfic alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said in chapter one about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, since you already know that, I have nothing else to say here, for the most part, save for one thing: Berry Munch will be appearing and she belongs to Art–Anon.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the second chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about 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.

Sunrise Ruby

The wonders of the environment itself were easy to experience from the most singular of iotas altogether immediately at this passing moment instantly. The ceiling skylights suspended by about several meters from the ground, were colorful enough to shine its own mobile contents all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as their foundation were nothing more than a few mezzanines already being merely chains away from its center point. Many windows already found were displaying a distant sea and the skies above them with their shades of blue clashing about with the sands and clouds. The territory was mostly aquatic hence the abundance of its pools, slides, and the like; that being said, couches, chairs, and table rested on solid ground. A composition of strings and brass mixed together calmly sounded off from some speakers at dry corners with gentle vivacity and steady progression.

That being said, there were at least a few dozen occupants in the room already basking in the hot and heavy atmosphere with various states of care thereof. Almost all of them were equines: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but never both; of course, there was but at least one exception. Many of them had donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of berries in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor easily noticed. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was scantily clad; as a matter of fact, the mares in attendance wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were now actively found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than pairs. Sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously, already coalescing with the present music inside and the ambiance outside.

Out of many was but a sextet of ponies whom were perhaps already in much more fitting attires compared to the one in which they’d arrived in earlier: as such, the fabrics upon themselves had shown more of their coating without being in the altogether much like a fraction of their peers in attendance. As such, although Apple Bloom still wore that pink bow, there was a bikini dyed a deep purple like the tresses half of her equals possessed: despite its small size, they’d done well to cover her petite yet moderate form; in addition, a collar worn around the neck had borne her tresses’ color hue overall. Standing next to the redhead was Tender Taps now wearing a pair of red board shorts covering up much of his waistline more than her swimwear ever did; because of the wearer’s gender, he was already free to be showing off his limber but muscular frame, something his kind can easily partake in. Twist was now wearing a deep purple collar along a striped bikini of pink and white discovered over her very frame, covering up their owner’s sizable bosoms yet still displaying the miniature umbilicus she and Apple Bloom both shared; in addition, the former’s attire bore a more liberal coverage. Nearby the young white mare was Snails, currently wearing a pair of fuchsia board shorts with a jet–black pattern of some grapevines at his very sides; just like the orange stallion in the area, his abdomen was also bared, despite such skinniness as far as the others nearby him were somewhat concerned. Right at the tail end was Babs with her attire now consisting of only a jet–black maillot, showing off more of her own body than before yet did more to cover up her body compared to the other redheads within her group as it’d currently matched a collar found around her very own neckline so to speak. Lastly but not at the very least was Snips wearing a light gray scheme so to speak of; considering the fact his flesh was out in the open air, that meant anyone was free to take a glance at him and how different he was to the gilded counterpart and Tender Taps by comparison alone, not that it could matter.

“No wonder why he’d pick this spot: it’s just like that resort in Vanhoover; it’s huge…!” Apple Bloom had gasped in awe at the sight of the environment she and her friends were in.

Snails, although sharing the yellow redhead’s sentiments, was more subdued as he was being led away by Twist, “yipe…!”

“I’m glad we have the whole morning to ourthelveth…!” the pasty redhead exclaimed to the gilded unicorn as they were hearing the other amorous inhabitants at once, “look around uth, Thnailth… look at how everypony’s enjoying life: you thee a few of them over there…?”

The titular stallion found himself staring at a pair of more redheaded ponies in the distance: aside from tresses, their commonalities were easily apparent; even so, there were many significant differences between them. For starters, one of the bystanders had a sundance scheme and a predominantly darkly reddish style rough around its edges whereas the other was coated in white and short but straightforward cerise matching the eyes. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in constitution between the two of them alone: while the gilded redhead possessed a large cleavage bouncing about, the white counterpart had rolls of cellulite in a shape. Thirdly, the buxom redhead wore some big brown eyes reeking about with anticipation whereas the petite correspondent just bore concupiscence backed up with some liberation in them right at once with a clear target. Of the two bystanders in question, the gilded one had a wide brimmed hat resting on her head by the leftmost side while the white counterpart simply wore a pair of rectangular glasses in shades of the royal purple itself. Whilst the curvaceous redhead had donned an ample apple in the form of a brass bell adorning her flanks, the petite correspondent just carried an abacus that was matching both the tresses and irises alike so to speak of. Considering their companionship, both of them had went unclothed, save for some collars right around their necklines: the gilded bystander donned one which had matched her tresses; the white counterpart wore cobalt. What had also cemented their very collective appearance was the state they were found in: the voluptuous redhead was bent over towards a railing, her croup being occupied by a protuberant object from abaft herself.

“Oh, Libby; your butt’s still so tight…!” the petite individual moaned, shoving in and out of the gilded target with the tumescent toy overall.

Watching the sedentary mare being subjected to such a sensation left the gilded unicorn blushing about as he’d drooled about, “fuck…”

“Thnailth, focuth on me for now: let uth not forget why we’re here; bethideth, I’m in control thith time around…!” Twist had snarled playfully, snapping the eponymous stallion out of his stupor with a kiss to catch him off–guard, “let’s have thome fun firtht: I’ve been wanting to feel your cock inthide my mouth firtht…”

“Ooh…” the gilded stallion had cooed as the pasty redhead slid gently downward and made contact with his swimwear immediately, taking note of the distension underneath the very fabric right at once.

With Twist’s knees having already reached the wet surface, she’d uncovered the dry prepuce with a quiet giggle, causing Snails to join in. Initially, the pasty redhead’s hands started kneading the shaft around playfully like a joystick, catching their remaining friends by surprise.

Before long, Twist’s tongue slipped outwardly and slowly slid about at once with such salivation now making contact for others to see clearly. Sure enough, the gilded stallion was resting one of his hands onto the pasty redhead’s hair to go stroke and pat based on their progress made. Twist’s tongue still freely licked Snails’ yard before slowly forwarding it into her mouth, deeply taking a short break to moan in a sultry tone. Although the gilded stallion extended his gaskins bit further to give the pasty redhead more room to lick around, he’d barely helped himself. In no time whatsoever, Twist enjoyed the fact her own tongue stimulated and syphoned Snails’ shaft, now nestling deeply into her own bust. With the gilded stallion’s prepuce sliding throughout until its point had became seen underneath the adjacent chin, the pasty redhead grinned.

With Twist starting to swaying them up and down concomitantly with her tongue slipping through and out below her lips before reaching the tip, Snails became aroused at what she was trying to do, only this time she’d loudly moaned with hunger, “ohhh… thoot your hot cum all over my tith, Thnailth…!”

“OK…!” the gilded stallion yelped for it wasn’t long until the pasty stallion’s sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated yard had caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward between her clothed cleavage, “how was that, my little pussy: pleased to find that my cock was to your liking…?”

“Better than before, Thnailth…” Twist sighed softly after becoming caked densely ever freely with the aforementioned unicorn’s extract, taking no time whatsoever to remove her own top and expose her bosoms to himself immediately.

Even though the gilded stallion’s prepuce lost its shape, he never lost his smile as he’d sputtered, “I can help you keep going though; besides, we still got the whole day to ourselves thanks to them…”

“I know that…” the pasty redhead giggled as she’d stood up straightaway face–to–face with Snails again with a smirk, “let’s go find thome other empty bench to clean up: I wanna have you rut me better enough to bear more of your foalth…”

“Well, why wait any longer; can you lead the way again…?” the gilded stallion heaved as Twist wiped his upper lip with the swipe of her finger all frolicsome without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

The pasty redhead tittered briefly, “the pleathure will be mine to do tho…”

It wasn’t long until Twist and Snails had sequestered themselves from the other pairs they’d been with since that fateful morning earlier, leaving Apple Bloom and her bronze correspondent alone with their respective stallions still present and accounted for like before; of course, with that being said, even they knew it was but a matter of time: soon, the latter pair then began to kiss.

“Apple Bloom, what would you like to do from here…?” Tender Taps had slowly asked the eponymous lover, looking into her eyes rather sensibly, “we can go on the slides together if you want to…”

“Let’s not beat around the bush: you and Ah both know what we want, or rather, what we need; besides, ya and Snails didn’t have any problem whatsoever in beating off to me and my friend Twist having some fun together way past last year…” the yellow redhead interjected with a playfully snarl, finding the time slid up to the orange stallion’s muzzle without even touching.

Abaft of the duo were Babs and Snips giggling about as their hands currently explored each other’s integumentary systems slowly but surely: of the two osculating equines, the latter was the first to whisper, “how would you like it if I grabbed your clit and started fingering it, Babsie…?”

“Do it, Snips: shove dem into my pussy already; it’s already on fire…!” the bronze redhead sighed, sending the cobalt unicorn out to stick a leftmost hand down inside her swimsuit while the other had still latched onto the petite bosoms almost immediately, “yeah, fingerbang me for de win, Snips… fingerbang like de world shouldn’t give a fuck about our love lives at all…”

“Speaking of which, let’s kiss and makeup as we go along; we’ve gotten the whole day t’ ourselves…” Apple Bloom cloyingly drawled effortlessly, frontline generally hereon in just kernels lined messily nearby obstructions piqued resonantly so their utter vivacities would xylograph youths’ zeitgeist.

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while Tender Taps’ terse trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered their kneecaps onto the cold concrete underneath, the yellow redhead still leading the way so to speak. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When the orange stallion transferred his lips from the target down to the neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils without hesitation. Only then when Tender Taps’ tongue started licking Apple Bloom’s shoulder she’d felt the very sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, the smile grew as the orange stallion quickly slid his tongue down to the bust in between themselves, delivering pleasures hoped for. Delighted by the sheer fact Tender Taps slowly started tugging on them with his teeth, the yellow redhead had soon let out loud yet soft moans.

Needless to say, the orange stallion broke away from the bust and whispered, “Apple Bloom, take off your bikini bottom… please…”

“Ya know that a master and husband such as yerself wouldn’t even have t’ stoop so low as t’ make such a demand, but since ya asked nicely…” the aforementioned mare sniggered before slipping the lower garment off of her waist in front of Tender Taps in so little time despite being slow; with it out of the way, she was now in her dishabille for him to see, “what do ya think?”

“Beautiful like before…” the orange stallion simply sighed, staring at the significant strands of hair sitting supra the yellow redhead’s sheath in the shape of a heart after she stood right back up again straightaway to show off her tricolor shields.

It wasn’t even long until Tender Taps was just merely a few inches away directly from Apple Bloom’s cavernously defining entrenched flowerbed gazing happily in just kinetic lounging, mesmerized neatly over placement quaintly reminiscent so to utter vividly xanthochroid yearnings zestfully.

The orange stallion salivated a bit before the yellow redhead’s voice became more than enough for him to snap back to reality, “what are ya waiting fer, mah pussy to get wet…? Eat me out now…!”

Tender Taps was more than happy to oblige, lapping at the fork in between Apple Bloom’s gaskins straightaway as she’d watched onward with naughty glee. Although the yellow redhead was soon feeling the effects of the orange stallion’s tongue being put to work, she held firm and stood upright with her firm smiling. Tender Taps started lapping the contents of Apple Bloom’s sheath with her resting a lone hand onto his deep purple tresses for some support as she became giddy. As soon as the yellow redhead felt that muzzle tickling her before slowly slithering inward, she’d moaned slowly yet loudly at the tightness the orange stallion found. Even so, Tender Taps ran his very tongue right around Apple Bloom’s gaskins so briefly as they, too, were starting to spread a bit further wide for him to explore. The orange stallion could barely help himself but drooled every time it went sliding in and out of the yellow redhead’s flowerbed repetitively, his hands on her hips. In no time, Apple Bloom had given out more small moans which quickly turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the depths of her fork became tampered. The sheer cold from Tender Taps’ very expedition had soon caused the achromatic fluid to squirt from his adjacent target and onto his taste buds warmly in return.

“Mmm…!” the orange stallion moaned, breaking away to look upright at the yellow redhead, “even after all those years we’d spent together, your sweetness is still there no matter what…”

“How about ya lie down and finish what ya just started, Ten–Ten…?” Apple Bloom snapped blithely at Tender Taps whom started lying supine, his head away from hers as their collective eyesight formed a hypotenuse.

It didn’t take long for the yellow redhead to rely on her mostly residual strength to walk over to the orange stallion’s visage, turning around to face his fabric prior to planting her croup closely. With the same tongue from before, Tender Taps now jutted back into Apple Bloom, this time in her fundament as he sent tingles throughout her body, shutting both eyes tightly yet still smiling. The yellow redhead reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of her little orange lover’s body, the former’s flanks held firmly in the latter’s grasp with muzzle buried right inside. Tender Taps found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent sheath, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back to Apple Bloom’s croup and vice versa. Soon, the yellow redhead felt salivation now curling down from the corner of her lips, the orange stallion’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst as he stretched her fundament wide easily. Apple Bloom gave out another loud moan, gurgling about at the cerebration of wanting to taste Tender Taps soon enough as the dribble escape, eyeing the fabric snugly around his waistline. The yellow redhead had only attempted reaching to her wet flowerbed and started furbishing rhythmically as the orange stallion still permeated all throughout her flanks ever so illustriously.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow redhead started mollycoddling the orange stallion’s clothing frolicsome by using a few of her own fingers to reach inside; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her fork almost immediately, still aware of its saturated state. Apple Bloom swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage before she’d decided to do the same to Tender Taps’ shaft, proceeding to forward her hot and heavy lips around it all. Each time that the orange stallion felt the yellow redhead stimulating, pumping, and licking the uncovered yard, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because Tender Taps’ tongue was already intertwined with Apple Bloom’s sheath and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by the respective lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one another, such timing notwithstanding. Soon, their mouths, including their tongues started transferring so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly, it’d seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only the yellow redhead began to break off away after getting her fill.

While this was going on and about, Rainbow Harmony only had a chair to herself and a stallion underneath her stuck in between as they were sitting at the sidelines together with one another. For starters, although they were both in the altogether as such, only the pink pegasus herself was wearing a jet–black collar around the neckline for him to see alongside with everything else too. Secondly, the significant differences between them were made apparent by their flanks: Rainbow Harmony had a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil; the gray stallion, a rapier and shield.

It was at this point in time the pink pegasus was resting her body onto her target, their differing loins firmly aligned with each other as she’d planted her palms onto his abs with a dry pant, “that’s right, Lancelot: you have this whole pegaslut to use as you see fit now; even as an unwitting accomplice, I’ve grown a need to be punished all the same…”

“Don’t expect this for me to go easy on you just because I’m a gentlecolt, even though I’d already forgave you for it…” the titular tenant talked to Rainbow Harmony only instantaneously, placing his hands around her fundament rather roughly, “you’d still went up to Trottingham without me and had fun with all of your friends, Flutterbye, Toola–Roola, and Coconut Cream!”

“I know: at least Toola and Coconut were a shoe–in ever since Rosemound; they basically had each other for company as they still are now…” the pink pegasus giggled before stealing a kiss away from Lancelot almost immediately so to speak of, causing him to blush more deeply than her coating.

Rainbow Harmony never cared about the fact the silver stallion was currently striking her croup without warning, already feeling his shaft directly inside of her flowerbed with such calibration. In the midst of the very ordeal, the pink pegasus was on the verge of losing her shaky foundation over his body in an attempt to keep him closer as they were trading momentum with one another. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two equines moan. Gearing up for an expulsion from Lancelot’s yard inside Rainbow Harmony with each intensity of the pulp friction, she gave off a resounding happy moan amid the heavy breaths and panting. Soon, the silver stallion started shooting in the path of the pink pegasus’ fork, its sudden warmth causing her to collapse onto his body almost instantly as they’d were all up, close, and personal.

It didn’t take much for him to transfer his hands from Rainbow Harmony’s flanks to her back as they were now osculating each other at once; afterwards, she was the first to break away and say, “you know, Lancelot… I can’t believe… we’re here again… just together… in New Horseleans…”

“I know that, love… after all, this is… my home, as I’d… once said last year… you know about… it very well… Rainbow…” the eponymous middleweight had sighed, holding the pink pegasus’ wings gently so to speak of as far they were concerned no less, “I was just in… the neighborhood… when I’d gotten… the invite not… too long ago… dearest Rainbow… It feels like there’s… magic at work… this time of year… with all of these… being made here… even though it’s… not February… I feel as though… we’d have more fun… together there… Hearts and Hooves Day… would’ve been much… sweeter with you… to spend with then… especially… considering… your very own… reputation… as a nice mare… here from Bales…”

“I know that, I… just want to be… with you right now… dear Lancelot… even today… I still can’t think… about what she’d… done to all of… us ponies and… our allies too… Cozy Glow was… more than my friend… she was my first… and she’d betrayed… me the foremost…” Rainbow Harmony only broke down into the silver stallion’s chest almost immediately no less.

He’d found himself resting his hands over the pink pegasus’ mane gently after feeling her tears fall onto his bared pectorals and said, “hey, hey, it’s okay: you’re safe in here… Cozy Glow’s not gonna hurt us anymore… you have a whole life ahead of you to look forward to and so does everypony else…”

“I agree: it’s been over a year anyway; the least you can do is be happy about it, Mona…” another feminine voice was heard immediately, catching Rainbow Harmony off–guard no less, “are you sure that you still want to be here though…?”

As soon as they’d turned around, the source in question led them to find another pegasus mare with a similar color palette, albeit more relaxed so far along the way. Possessing a much more solid color, the speaker was fruitier than the rose tinted coating the listener had with the former’s brilliant tangelo painting a dark texture. Around the shorthaired observer’s luxurious pupils were circles of a dyed deep blue cornflowers having already widened with tender gazes refreshing many lifeforms. Like Rainbow Harmony, the collar upon the fruity pegasus’ neck was also painted in a jet black scheme, offset by a brass ring in the middle compared to steel alone. Still, the shorthaired observer’s body showed off her petite cleavage and miniature umbilicus beneath the still liberal swimsuit, differing from her pink counterpart. The fruity pegasus’ flanks were already adorned with a flutter of several lepidopterans, each all colored in royal shades reminiscent of majestic purple mountainsides.

“Huh… of course I do, Flutterbye… it’s just that it’s been a hard time lately and the only thing’s keeping me going is him…” Rainbow Harmony outcried softly, replying towards the aforementioned mare briefly.

It didn’t even take long for the fruity pegasus to speak out to her pinker correspondent almost immediately, “I can see that; after all, we’d talked about this back at Trottingham months ago…”

“Who else hasn’t; it’s not like we’re all alone, am I right: besides, aren’t they supposed to have fun too?!” said Rainbow Harmony only to Flutterbye with a nervous laugh before regaining composure again, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve been real nervous coming here since summer break had began only recently…”

“I know that, everypony else does: it’s been a long time since we’d all met together for the first time; to be honest, I kinda wished we had met sooner, like those other foals back in Ponyville…” the fruity pegasus sniggered about so to speak of.

The pink pegasus got off of Lancelot and replied, “who wouldn’t: I mean why else would all of this began besides ‘cause of how we’d both looked so much like Rainbow Dash herself in the hair department; what do suppose would’ve happened if any of her parents had seen us once in a while…?”

“I’d never considered that possibility, let alone dreamt of it…” Flutterbye had said to Rainbow Harmony, watching as the latter had entered the pool in front of the remaining twosome, “if anything, it’s probably not a big deal as it’d used to be a decade ago, even with her calling the shots no less…”

“I agree and we have our own lives to worry about: you’re in the Wonderbolts following in the hoofsteps of Dash and I’m the restaurant reviewer who has to travel all throughout our homeland to do my job; either way, we both have reputations to uphold yet also times to unwind from it all…” the pink pegasus prattled onward about.

In any case, the second the fruity pegasus started to go near the water, all three of the equines were treated to faint giggling heading inward. The source, two more mares already approaching them, both possessed multicolored tresses like Rainbow Harmony and Flutterbye themselves. Nevertheless, there were more differences between the pairs as far as even the silver stallion can see, quick to understand one another instantly.

Speaking of the twosome, although their collective lack of wings had made them both one of the same as the sextet the pink pegasus had encountered, they, too were different from each other. For starters, one of them was also pink, albeit faint with tresses containing every color save for green while the other was coated in silver bearing locks of yellow, green and purple all tied up. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in facial composition between themselves: only the silver mare amongst the very duo donned creases of fat worn right on her rosy cheekbones. Thirdly, the lighter pony in question kept a thinly toned figure with flanks bearing a paintbrush and purple spiral while the metallic counterpart was slightly portly with some pies on the sides. In addition, the lightweight visitor in question had both irises rich with the color of opals right within the owner’s visage whereas her heavyset correspondent bore some amber waves of grain. The most notable difference was their attire: aside from their red collars, the lighter pony wore a black bandeau and white towel while the metallic counterpart donned an orange and blue combo.

The fruity pegasus was first to greet them in an instant no less, “Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream… hello there…”

“Hey guys, what’s up…?” the former visitor was the first to reply to Flutterbye, “I hope we’re not interrupting anything…”

“Not at all, I was just cleaning myself off, that’s all…” Rainbow Harmony only said as she was up to her shoulders in the achromatic liquid.

The heavyset mare had approached the pink pegasus cautiously with a straight face speaking, “but you’d just gotten out of the shower anyway; I know you’re still anxious around us but it’s nothing to worry about: ever since Rosemound, Too–Roo and I have been used to seeing either of us in the buff…”

“You don’t need to remind me of that; we were there in Trottingham too, walking alongside you two, Skeedaddle, and Kettle Corn…” Rainbow Harmony only said as Coconut Cream rested her hooves into the blue where the former had resided, albeit decimeters away, “at the very least, I can understand why the factory was the most ideal of choices back in Smudge Proof’s mind…”

“Who wouldn’t want to be like a foal in a factory that ships out confections to candy shops like Bon–Bon’s…?” the pink pony peeped, despite being more grounded compared to her winged counterpart so to speak of.

Coconut Cream faced Rainbow Harmony and said to the latter, “at least it’d help the lot of us clear our minds: besides, it’s not everyday we get to see New Horseleans once in a while; even your coltfriend knows it well…”

“You two don’t need to drag me into this; I’m just one of the locals whom brought a guest along for her vacation…!” he’d sputtered about almost instantaneously, not fazed by the three mares in front of him, despite his wet prepuce, “we were kind of getting tapped out lately since last night, but I’d promised her the trip was gonna be worth it…!”

“It’ll be…!” Toola–Roola chirped tenaciously as she’d casted aside her towel in front of Lancelot and jumped in the water, splashing the other mares as well as himself in the process with little warning thereof.

In the meantime, two more redheaded mares were found on the opposite side, both alike in fair dignity at first glance, possessing certain commonalities: red tresses flowing out, height and stature, and sweat over their bodies; of course, there were many significant differences between them. Speaking of the two, they were the ones already close together to get lost in the throes of passion throughout the passing times: for starters, one of them had Apple Bloom’s color scheme and style whilst the other was coated in cherry with puffs colored in two shades of cerise all the very same. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the quadrupedal two: only the yellow double had also bore some freckles underneath the orange adventurous eyes whereas the crimson counterpart wore some brilliant cherries containing illustrious excitement inside. Out of the two redheads in question, the brighter one had a smaller cleavage with a thickly tinted pinkness while the other was more curvaceous, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former possessed wheat adorning the flanks, the latter carried some minor assortment of cookies only. Like the many scattered all throughout the premises, they were both devoid of such textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necklines: the yellow double donned a jet–black collar and a golden hair bow; the cherry correspondent wore purple scheme darker than her eyes.

In any case, both the redheads themselves were already mutually inverted towards one another, aligning their mouths directly over their waistlines as they’d gotten a clear and present glimpse of their target’s sheaths etched within themselves. Soon enough, they’d found their fingertips stretching the inner reaches of their flowerbeds rather delicately, supersaturated by the recent performances made as the same liquid from there had stained every single one of them in mere seconds. The twosome felt the rest of their bodies crawling in their skin from the collective interactivity, mewling and squealing in delight before they’d proceeded to forward their own hot and heavy lips around each other’s leaking forks all the same. Each time the redheads stimulated, swirled, and lapped at their sheaths, both integuments had started hardening from the synchronized sensualities; of the two, the brighter one had rested all hands onto her redder counterpart’s thighs gently. Because their tongues were already intertwined with the sheaths, the rather instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their maws bringing themselves pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding as they’d been left alone. Soon, their mouths, including the tongues within themselves, had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure betwixt them quickly, it’d seem that they would’ve been able to get their wishes; after all, their bliss was finite nonetheless.

Nearby themselves was Truffle also in the altogether with his flanks bearing a simplistic illustration of silverware, two dining utensils made of the same similar material. The heavyset brunet was moving his left hand down to his shaft and started running it up and down towards their direction with a wicked grin upon the visage so to speak of. Already appreciating the firm and lengthy state, the subsequentially tightened reaction of his yard chaffing against the palm and the warm air around Truffle grown onward. Even so, the heavyset brunet started to envisage either of the twosome wrapping both arms around his thighs to suckling onto prepuce without so much a care in the world. Truffle could barely help himself but moan every time the texture of the two surfaces had made contact with each other, even going so far as to spread both his own legs apart. A silent moan escaped from the heavyset brunet’s lips as he was grunting with pleasure with the contents within his shaft gathering around as he continued on confidently.

It wasn’t long until the twosome’s mutual exploration with their flowerbeds had soon reached a tipping point for only them alone: the fingertips belonging to themselves alone had then become moistened by their achromatic fluids as they’d gathered around; other than the physical spasms, they were more than at ease when their bodies pushed themselves apart with a squeal no less.

At the same time, Truffle was now unloading the contents of his yard onto both of the redheads in an instant no less, fragments of his solutions scattered across their supersaturated bodies with a grunt, “cum on, trollops, I’m just barely getting warmed up and this is the best you can do with each other? I’d expected much from Opal since she’s barely getting any action from the other mares but you’re supposed to be raring–to–go as is, Berry; what’s wrong with you already…?”

“Sorry, master, I was just so excited to feel your cock inside my body again, I couldn’t stop pleasuring myself to it last night…!” the titular tenant had mewled after breaking away from the yellow double almost instantaneously for the heavyset brunet to see clearly, “I’d just wanted to have a good time with you and Opal here in New Horseleans like everypony else, that’s all…”

“Who wouldn’t…?” Truffle snorted under breath.

The eponymous mare had only struggled to face the heavyset brunet all the same and sighed, “please take it easy on her, master: it has been a long time since you and Berry hadst intercourse together; even now, thy prepuce still has enough reserve for another expulsion if thou wishes to continue onward with either of us…”

“Don’t you think I know that as well, Opal; why else were the two of you ever invited in the first place, just to have some fun alone?!” Truffle snarled about as he was watching Berry place her hand over her moistened fork in spite of what had happened to it recently, “besides, it has been quite lonely with either of you at my side rather than all three of us at once like at Rosemound. The first party we’d been to was an eyeopener for all of us, a swingers conventions for us to unwind from the stress of our everyday lives; even though that all was calm and peaceful, sometimes we’d missed the dangers and thrill, in spite of everything that had happened to us when we were all young. You were in the Filly Guides, much like your friends were which had made sense since they were all invited: Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do, Savannah, Trefoil, Dulce, and Samoa had somepony to share their time together with; but, you were from the Crystal Empire, a place that the Princesses had to rescue twice from Sombra. Smudge Proof was generous enough to invite us all to party even though it was far away from our homes: in spite of our differences as well as because of them, we were picked because at least half of us had some color in our manes and tails to go with the themes in question; in your cases, your red hair was enough to guarantee that. Even though you were different from each other, you’d all felt safe beside me and others like you and me, the same way your friends were with their friends and acquaintances: you don’t have to be ashamed of that now, we’re in New Horseleans, the Big Easy of all places no less; let’s just all have some fun together like we’d done back in Rosemound last winter, okay…?”

“Of course, as thou wish, master Truffle; what else wouldst thy likest for us to doeth hereon out: wouldst thou likest for me to clean you up or Berry to doeth it in my stead…?” asked the aforementioned mare as her cherry correspondent was still rubbing up and down her own sheath nevertheless.

The heavyset brunet stared at the bright redhead whom had gotten onto her knees first then at Berry remaining at rest occupied with the flowerbed betwixt both legs all the very same; surely enough, he’d answered the former almost immediately, “alright then, Opal, polish my cock; I have something else planned for Berry later on…”

“What do you have in mind, Truffle: you want to fuck my dirty pussy or rather wreck my slutty butt here and there, like before…?” the stout redhead asked the titular stallion whilst watching her freckled counterpart nearing his sodden prepuce all the same, “either way, I’m more than ready to handle what she’s handling and so much more, thanks to you; please do me next too!”

“We’ll get to that soon enough, Berry…” the heavyset brunet had sighed as the yellow redhead soon started opening her own mouth despite remaining silent anyways, unlike the eponymous mare nearby them both.

It didn’t take long for Opal to have stooped to the level where Truffle’s shaft had remained lax, guiding her muzzle towards it gently with a timid grin upon both of their own visages instantly. Gently kissing the yard straightaway, the yellow redhead began lapping around the heavyset brunet’s supersaturated surface area, collecting the solution made not long ago with her tongue. Opal had soon gotten herself a mouthful of the Truffle’s prepuce since he’d been going to work on it like his life had depended on it, something that her cherry correspondent looked forward to. Quickly going to work on the heavyset brunet’s shaft with only two hands by massaging the nerves within its layers with such desire, he pushed and pulled lightly with his clean appendage. Fancying the aiding and abetting in hot pursuit for such pleasure, the bright redhead had begun syncing up with Truffle’s movement currently, despite the imminent end upon the very horizon. Sure enough, this had finally come to pass as the heavyset brunet’s felt his yard becoming rather lightened, emptying itself onto Opal once again, this time in her mouth for her to taste clearly.

The bright redhead couldn’t do much else other than to break away from Truffle’s prepuce since she’d gotten its extract anyway; afterwards, the only words that had currently escaped from her own hot and heavy mouth were as follows: “mmm, what else wouldst thou likest for me to doeth next, master…?”

“Well, considering that you’d done a great job sucking me off, you can go ahead and eat Butter Munch out for her sake already…” the heavyset brunet retorted as he’d then witnessed Berry roll around in place, her fundament on display for both compeers to watch, “as far as I see it, this would be a nice exercise in pleasure for her to partake in with you since she can’t stop herself…”

“Okay then…” Opal stuttered as she’d crawled right over to her cherry counterpart’s side, the former’s hand now stretching the latter’s croup wide at once even though their owner’s orange orb were still facing Truffle and his drooping shaft altogether so to speak as both of the mares’ body were facing the flooring underneath themselves.

Slowly yet surely, the bright redhead jutted into Berry straightaway at once, sending out tingles throughout the latter’s body as heath eyes were tightly closed and quiet moans were suppressed in response. The stout redhead reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that Opal held both flanks firmly in tow, the latter’s muzzle buried at once running roundabout and within thoroughly. The heavyset brunet had grinned at the bright redhead’s actions, bringing out more pleasure from Berry as the former mare’s tongue was entrenched deeply into the latter’s callipygian fundament all the same. Like Apple Bloom, the stout redhead felt saliva curling down from the corner of her lips as the yellow double’s exploration gave way to hunger and thirst altogether, in spite of everything that took place.

In the meantime, Truffle gripped his wet yard with the same hand while taking aim at Berry’s croup stretched even further by Opal before forwarding her own tongue back inside, causing the former mare to tense up yet relax while giving out a loud moan for the remainders to hear now, “oh, daddy… please shove your horsecock inside me already; I need it so fucking bad now…!”

“Damn, you must be really enjoying yourself, despite your performance; I’d thought all that stimulation would tired you out…” the heavyset brunet had sighed, still watching the bright redhead permeate throughout her cherry correspondent’s very flanks overall, “better give you what you want; after all, her tongue inside your flanks are enough of an answer as is, Butter…”

“Do it: please fuck me rotten if you dare; I can’t take it any longer…!” Berry cried out with warmth now enveloping Opal within those folds as the former felt the latter’s subzero salivation now inside the very fundament altogether, still reaching down to her wet fork and furbishing it rhythmically, slurping and licking within much to Truffle’s delight.

A slobbering moan escaped the bright redhead’s mouth before licking deeper inside her cherry counterpart’s croup all the same: as appetizing it was to the former, the dryness sat in, prompting relent, release, and retraction of the same tongue instantaneously; after breaking away from the habit of it all, the heavyset brunet entered with a firm prepuce and purr too, “here I go, Berry…”

It wasn’t long until Truffle’s freshly exposed shaft now went inside of the titular mare’s flanks, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the hard surface underneath at once. At first, the movement started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as the heavyset brunet held onto the fundament firmly with his fingernails gently dug in. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the stout redhead had started feeling her wet sheath getting heated all of the sudden with pith and substance slick like water. Now, Berry was firmly aware of how her flowerbed had already burned about with such heated moisture accumulating about, less viscous than the hunger for some food. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, the stout redhead now moaned loudly since her croup were occupied by Truffle alone, whom wasted no time thrusting. Much of their momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as the heavyset brunet still bounced up against Berry’s flanks rather abrasively altogether. With growing determination and expectation, it was only in a matter of moments Truffle gotten close enough to the stout redhead bursting, reacting to his very ingresses. Sure enough, it was only but a matter of time as Berry was losing control of her own body while her brunet lover had closed his eyes, sweating and moaning about as well.

“Please, Truffle…!” the stout redhead gurgled, calling out the aforementioned stallion’s name as she was still stroking her own supersaturated sheath all the same, “shuffle back into my dirty pussy and give me some truffle butter; I need some in there now already…!”

“Are you sure about that?” the heavyset brunet asked, pumping himself now slowly into Berry whom was so tensed up, an ongoing stream of achromatic liquid escaped from her flowerbed underneath.

Because of this, the stout redhead was crying out almost immediately as Truffle stopped himself midway, “give me truffle butter, please daddy…!”

“Okay…!” the heavyset brunet had said to Berry, gently pulling out of her only to enter her fork, “here I cum…!”

“TRUFFLE BUTTER, PLEASE SIR…!” the stout redhead bellowed, bucking her fundament against Truffle teasingly still dripping about.

A wicked smile grew over the heavyset brunet’s visage as he’d finally switched from Berry’s croup to her sheath, such slick loose lips being more than enough to make his rigid yard had finally shot into there for her to feel its warmth and his body arching forward to the point they were both becoming reminiscent of an acute angle, a far cry from the turn of events much earlier.

Truffle’s muzzle was now edging towards the stout redhead’s ear as he’d whispered real quietly inside of here, “how was that; pleased that we’d all came together, Butter Munch…?”

“Mmm… thank you, daddy Truffle; I needed that…” Berry had mewed, sighing about sensually as her brunet lover slid out with a tiny drenched pop, “it’s a good thing Babs and Opal are both here today as well; I had so much fun eating them both out back at Rosemound over a year ago, especially that creampie her coltfriend had made…”

“I know… I’d watched it happened: the fact that you two were tossing their salads for all that spunk inside them made me feel hot and bothered; besides, I was more ready to wreck the both of you…” the eponymous stallion snickered as he’d watched Berry turn back over again with an illustrious smile onto her face as well.

It didn’t take much for Opal to reenter into the conversation as is and speak to them at once, “we know that: I still remembered how sore my flanks were after you’d copulated inside of them as thou hadst with Berry’s whispering eye back at the party; although it was all in good fun, I still hadst a hard time sitting upright straightaway all the same in the following morrow no less…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll still have the whole morning to ourselves as well as the park too, just like everypony else in this very city…” the heavyset brunet tittered about before kissing the stout redhead on the lips briefly, uncaring of her brighter correspondent anyway, “plenty of time for some fun and games as we’d played in Rosemound…”

“Agreed…” Opal sighed as she’d watched both Truffle and Berry osculating about without even a care in the world whatsoever.