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 earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; additionally, here are the following fan characters whom will be making an appearance in this one: Lemonpuffs belongs to mt, Samoa belongs to Art–Anon, and Tails belongs to Smudge Proof.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the third 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.

Whitewater Sapphire

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorless shade than the very pleasant weather occurring outside the confines. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of wind were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the few ponies that were found in attendance, a high yellow stallion was already in the fray gently covered in some hot white foam. A rather moderate shade of some true blue was found to be flowing out in a rough shape to the point of covering up both eyes straightaway. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was already showing off his middleweight form alongside with the tumescent prepuce wafting aimlessly. Shown slathered on the yellow stallion’s very flanks was a gilded fork wrapped around neatly by an enormous red ribbon in the form of a bow.

“Oh, yeah… take it in… take it all in…” he’d muttered hoarsely, gripping his shaft tightly with the froth as his own choice of emollient.

The yellow stallion already found himself lost in the haze, already occupied with his shaft as he’d slid the fold to and from the tip slowly yet surely with the warm water and bubbly froth to aid the camp. He was soon to gain momentum as he’d started thrusting forward and back gently so as to avoid falling onto his back due to the slippery tiles; of course, he’d backed himself into a nearby corner only safely. Free to increase the pleasure, the yellow stallion furiously rubbed his moistened yard without a care for time and space, the perspiration and precipitation over his face doing little, if at all, to dissuade him. His chubby cheeks turned red like apples and not just on the face, the result of his passionate labor so close in coming to fruition right away, the very sensation within him had soon grown heightened.

At long last, the yellow stallion was satisfied, his creamy fluid escaped into the achromatic solution beneath as it suddenly went down the drain while the nerves and stamina in his whole body finally regained control almost immediately; needless to say, he was more than happy to take on the whole world, even as another voice had soon escaped into his ears, “howdy–do…!”

“Hah…!” he’d gasped, startled a bit yet standing his ground with a hint of relief, “oh, hey there, Bindle Stick…”

“How you doing, Lemonpuffs…?” the aforementioned visitor’s voice replied to the yellow stallion, pleasing to the touch in spite of being contactless.

Needless to say, the sounds of wet plops amongst the confines grew closer as the source finally made an appearance, graced with dignity and beauty at first glance. Bindle Stick was a light green pony wearing a blue mane and tail already flowing out from both cranium and dock respectively, a commonality shared with himself. Unlike the yellow stallion, the observer’s eyes were all freed to see anything, having donned a set of darker irises around pupils amongst the freckled moist skin. Compared to himself, Bindle Stick was in a state of extreme dishabille, wearing only a collar that had matched their very tresses from what he could’ve seen clearly. Aside from a satchel of berries worn upon the green pony’s flanks, this curvaceous yet bulky frame bore large bosoms, some muscles, thin waist, and a prepuce.

Despite the conflicting similarities between themselves, he’d still found the strength in speaking up to Bindle Stick already all the same, “it’s been a long time since I’d seen your pretty face around the summertime; as a matter of fact, I’m glad that I’m seeing more blue collars here than in Trottingham last time: that loner was still a little frigid about being the only one in the city…”

“I’m sorry to hear that; it must have been pretty lonely for somepony like her to attend a party with everyone else having fun…” the green pony sniggered, uncaring of Lemonpuffs’ comment or his own residual concupiscence altogether anyway so to speak of, “in any case, how was your day so far Lemonpuffs: pleased to find that New Horseleans is to your liking already…?”

“Who wouldn’t want to be there…?” the yellow stallion panted, his sweat mixing in with the water and mist seamlessly.

Bindle Stick blushed before moving towards him slowly but surely with a salacious sigh all the same, “I’ll admit, this is my first time being there as well: it’d have been nice had it been in February instead with all the parties they’d been hosting left and right this time of year; Diamond Tiara would’ve had a ball down there…”

“That I can agree with: Minituffs and I had spent most of our winter holidays at Trottingham, with and without our own foals…” Lemonpuffs simply replied coyly, still blushing about as the green pony joined right into the supersaturating fray immediately, “we have two vacation homes there: one to spend time with Cotton Puff and Lemon Drop; the other for our own private times.”

“Ah, an immigrant so to speak, not afraid to travel up and down Equestria if at all…” Bindle Stick said cleanly.

It didn’t take long for the yellow stallion in replying to the green pony, “not quite: we usually rent the houses out almost year round so to speak; that’s one of the ways we’ve been able to make our income to support ourselves altogether…”

“I bet that she’s having quite the time of her life with all that money in the bank as is, wouldn’t you agree with it, Lemonpuffs?” the green pony chuckled, turning around to show off haunches as a left hand rested on the shaft upfront of him instantaneously, “at the very least, you guys should be very happy with each other after all those years together, especially with the parties…”

“I agree: had we stayed in Trottingham any longer, we’d have gone broke altogether; at least Ponyville would make a great start for our kids now that the School of Friendship is open…” Lemonpuffs had responded whilst another source of liquid started getting emptied amongst the water.

Taking in another deep breath, Bindle Stick sighed, “speaking of which, I have a client from their in need of my services today: usually I don’t go into detail as to who wants a piece of me though considering the circumstances, I’m pretty sure you’d know the answer all too well; after all, who wouldn’t wanted to have so much fun at a water park like this no less…?”

“It’s nothing to be squeamish about: we’re all friends here, Bindle Stick; considering who’s hosting it all, we’d be flattered…” Lemonpuffs replied as his leftmost hand went back onto its owner’s yard for the green pony to see clearly all the same no less, “besides, stars like me aren’t the only ponies into such actions; Silver Wing has been carrying on with herself thanks to him.

I know it because I’d once watched Minituffs having the stripes fucked off of her by one of the Wonderbolts back at home months ago: he had a zebra whom was invited, acting as her plus one just like me and the others, Pipsqueak and another stallion like them as well; if anything, this was probably the first time I’d seen more zebras since we’d first went off to that party in Vanhoover.”

“That makes the both of us: I haven’t seen this many since last year; as a matter of fact, I don’t think I’d recalled seeing a male zebra there either…” Bindle Stick said before lowering herself to the adjacent yellow stallion almost immediately.

He’d then became silent for mere moments, staring at the green pony through his blinding mane: though calm on the outside at first, he didn’t seem sure what to make of it while being looked at; after all, the latter did happen to be feminine, save for one particular attribute the former shared.

Nevertheless, Lemonpuffs cracked a smile again while replying to Bindle Stick, “I’m pretty sure that day will come soon enough as is when you see one: after all, anything is possible now that Princess Twilight is calling the shots; for now, let’s just have a little fun with each other before we head back out now…”

“Agreed, we all have needs to be satisfied: at least ponies like us can do more than just watch how real stallions with dicks fuck…” the green pony roared rascally at the yellow stallion, still glancing right at his sodden prepuce with a profligate grin on the visage, “besides, you jacking off earlier like you’d done last year was more than enough to put a smile onto my face no less…”

Initially, Bindle Stick had utilized the two hands to knead his shaft around playfully like a joystick as if life depended on it; before long, the former’s own tongue slipped out and slowly slid about. Somewhat helplessly, all which Lemonpuffs could do was rest one of his hands over the sapphire mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement the green pony had made by licking up his yard.

“Good gobbler… just like that…” the yellow stallion had whispered quietly right into the occupying Bindle Stick’s ear, gritting his teeth when the jaded counterpart had currently forwarded both lips inwardly as he’d blushed about.

The green pony enjoyed the sheer fact of stimulating and syphoning his prepuce even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give the former some more room to lick around. Lemonpuffs could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt such hot and heavy lips going around his shaft prior to nestling between Bindle Stick’s massive bust anyway. Now with the yard sliding throughout until its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, Bindle Stick now started squeezing her cleavage mutually on each side with such maniacal glee. The green pony swayed them up and down concomitantly while its owner’s tongue started to slip through and out below lips afore reaching the tip of the yellow stallion’s prepuce with salivation. He’d started getting aroused at what was getting done with only his soft moaning being the only sound being heard in the waterworks, driving the thought of going inside of Bindle Stick faster.

The green pony moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long until the sandwiching and tongue tickling around Lemonpuffs’ elongated shaft had caused it to splatter across the former’s very neckline and then dripped downward between the bared bosoms, “oh… shoot yer hot cum all over my tits…!”

“Hng… UNF…!” the yellow stallion growled loudly as he’d watched Bindle Stick currently becoming caked with the same–old fluids from before; afterwards, they’d broken apart at once, “damn, you still got it…!”

“Who doesn’t…?” the green pony chuckled before rinsing off cleanly again right afore his obscured line of sight.

At the very same moment in time, not much has changed with the environment itself: skylights remained colorful, mezzanines lit up, windows displayed clearly, attractions were moist, and lifeforms embracing passions. The only thing that changed was the music: now a composite series of strings and percussion with blaring bass tones were playing about acutely, a somewhat similar far cry from its brassy predecessor from earlier ago.

Out of many stagnant waters confined to their preset dimensions, one with two mares inside, Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream, were already in the throes of passion up to their own necks. As far as many could see clearly, their respective lips had grown closer to one another while they were left to their own devices, supersaturated by many compounds due to their current location. Such was case for the pair as they’d finally grew more eager than before, their muzzles finally opening up as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In any case whatsoever, Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream had already surrendered themselves to each other as their eyes were still closed, hands onto their targets’ shoulders all the very same. Still, neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions still grew to no end in sight without a care at all.

Eventually, the pink pony was the first to break away from the osculation and said to her metallic correspondent, “oh, CiCi…”

“Too–Roo…” Coconut Cream cooed before opening up both eyes to find Toola–Roola in her line of sight due to their direct proximity, “I’m still wet…”

“I know that: I’m burning up inside too; let’s get out of the pool now…” the pink pony chuckled salaciously, prompting her and the metallic counterpart to go and swim over to one of the four sides where drier lands had still remained neatly upon the plane of existence that was their shared realm.

As soon as they’d started rising above the water, the only clothes that had remained were more fluid and transparent compared to the fabric from before. In spite of the mares being in the altogether, they were both unperturbed by the cold air awaiting themselves as they were quick to embrace other elements.

Nevertheless, Coconut Cream was the first to climb out of the pool, sitting at its sideline literally as Toola–Roola was now nestled betwixt the former’s cannons all the very while. Almost immediately, the pink pony had slowly slid right into her metallic correspondent’s velvet underground, earning a giggle from the latter as the former started licking away. Without any kind of resistance, Toola–Roola soon felt a hand resting on her wet mane upon directing her tongue in, no doubt a spontaneous response from Coconut Cream. All other options left for the lighter mare was to moan slowly yet loudly for her whispering eye was so tight, even as her pinker explorer soon ran her tongue around the gaskins. Because they were being spreaded further apart, Toola–Roola could barely go help herself but drooled every time that pink tongue went sliding in and out of Coconut Cream. At long last did the silvery mare gave out more small moans which then soon transformed into loud yelps of happiness the moment her pinker explorer had licked further inside. A sheer cold from the icy tongue had caused another clearer fluid from Coconut Cream to squirt onto Toola–Roola’s taste buds warmly in return, causing the former to collapse.

The silvery mare was left panting and moaning, staring at the glass ceiling and the light fixtures within them while the compounds onto her integuments were weighed down by gravity itself; afterwards, she’d said to her pinker explorer tiresomely, “Too–Roo, please eat me out already: I still can’t give up yet…”

“Wow… you know for such a strong baker, your body can really give up that easily…” Toola–Roola laughed softly whilst watching Coconut Cream roll around gently in place to lay flat on her own stomach, the latter displaying the wet flanks in front of the former to see clearly at close range, “no matter, we still have the whole morning to ourselves like everypony else in there…”

Gladly with the same tongue like so, the pink pony had jutted into the silver counterpart once more, sending tingles throughout the latter’s body as golden eyes were being shut rather tightly. Coconut Cream reopened them both to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that Toola–Roola held onto the former’s fundament firmly in grasp with the latter’s muzzle buried in. Running around and within thoroughly, the pink pony had still latched directly onto her silver correspondent despite stopping to lap at the adjacent nethermost region still directly underneath. As Toola–Roola was bringing out more pleasure each time her tongue switched back and forth repetitively, Coconut Cream felt her salivation curling down from the corner of her lips already. With the sensation of the pink pony’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, a deep desire in returning to their wares was all that remained as she’d stretched her silver counterpart’s croup. It wasn’t long until Toola–Roola had forwarded her very tongue back inside of Coconut Cream, causing the latter to give out another loud moan as both hands clawed the flooring underneath. The silvery mare started gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste her pinker explorer’s lips again, the dribble from the latter’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing they’d not ceased. Nevertheless, Coconut Cream soon attempted to reach down to her own velvet underground and had started to furbish it rhythmically as Toola–Roola still permeated throughout all the while.

“Hah, it’s still so hot and horny; how about we go sixty–nine, Too–Roo: this time, you lay on your back and I get to call the shots up top…?” the silvery mare had moaned before finally pulling her hooves out of the water with a smile on her face for the pinker explorer to take note of straightaway.

Grinning back at Coconut Cream, Toola–Roola said, “okay… just please don’t crush me underneath though…”

The pink pony followed after the silver correspondent, their entire bodies from mane to hoof on full display as the former rested supine over the very ground; meanwhile, the latter wasted no time planting her whispering over the lips, both parties currently mutually inverted to each other. After aligning their mouths directly over their waistlines, both of mares had gotten a clear and present glimpse of their target’s sheaths etched within themselves, moistened by the water they were once inside of not too long ago and, in Coconut Cream’s case, Toola–Roola’s salivation. Soon enough, they’d both found their fingertips currently stretching the inner reaches of one another nethermost regions rather delicately, supersaturated by the recent performances made as the same liquid from there had stained every single one of them in mere seconds alone no less. 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 velvet underground all the same, uncaring of any bystanders. Each time the mares stimulated, swirled, and lapped at their whispering eyes, both integuments had started hardening from the synchronized sensualities; of the two, the pink pony had rested all hands onto her silver counterpart’s thighs gently, feeling the texture within at full force no less. Since their tongues were already intertwined with the nethermost regions, the somewhat still rather instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their maws bringing themselves pleasure to each other, timing notwithstanding as they were left alone by everyone else in there.

Soon, their mouths, including the tongues within themselves, had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure shared quickly, now they were able to get their wishes; after all, their bliss was finite nonetheless and the past performances had served as proof when Coconut Cream rolled off of Toola–Roola and squealed, “isn’t New… Horseleans so… wonderful… Too–Roo?”

“Hah…” the pink pony sighed as her face was wet from all that collective fluid which her silver correspondent gave away recently, “I know… it’s been our… first time… together… and I’m still… at a loss… for words as… to how so… beautiful… it is here… it’s a shame… we don’t get… to see that… much here in… Ponyville… since we were… young, if at all… CiCi…”

“Yes indeed… it’s been a… long time since… we’ve both been… able to… leave the town… and go on… vacation… together… ever since… Trottingham… was such an… eyeopener…” Coconut Cream sighed as she’d crawled around to face Toola–Roola once more, this time with feelings of rest and relaxation acutely affixed upon their very visages despite the supersaturation.

It didn’t take long for the two mares to be face–to–face again like before, now higher and drier as by comparison as they’d returned to kissing each other passionately all the same, tasting each other’s compounds still lingering from their lips. As far as they could see now, they had one another for company themselves, lost in the echoes of their own little world as both sets of eyes were instantaneously mirrored despite their differences as well as because of them all the same perhaps. No amount of individuals like and unlike them could even tear them away from their passions altogether; after all, they were safe, just as everyone else was to do and say as they’d pleased, freed from all sorts of troubles: outside and/or in.

Of course, their secondary osculation was more brief than ever as four shadows had towered over them in an instant so to speak of: both Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream were quick to realize half of them belonged to Flutterbye and Rainbow Harmony already; as for the other, they were in dire need of an introduction by virtue of being relatively unknown in the former pair’s viewpoint. Like themselves, they were also mares whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance as far as they can see, possessing few commonalities such as lightweight bodies and blue collars; nevertheless, there were significant differences such as the lack of vibrant colors within their tresses from what the four could take note of as far as they were concerned currently altogether. For starters, here was one whose coat, although red–hot as a chili pepper, was much cooler to the touch like the waters nearby themselves and the air they’re still breathing inside and out already; standing nearby was a zebra with eyes of orchid blossoming about against her rather intricately monochromatic body of streaks therein, matching the tresses all the same by comparison no less. Secondment, the former had some brown hair, much like Truffle himself, yet they’d matched her eyes, frazzled and reddish whilst having a thick off–white stripe right down in the midst of it all; the latter’s short style was neatly straightened out to a fault but it did nothing at all whatsoever to deviate from their utter lack of color throughout almost all of the wearer’s body so to speak of. Thirdly, the highlighted redhead wore a big red heart in a bright color compared to the rest of her coat with some snow white wings sprouting outwardly on both sides resting onto her very flanks; the zebra had donned a flock of butterflies of all shapes and sizes but the only commonality amongst themselves were their grayscale schematics, failing to deviate from their wearer already. Even their facial structures almost had the observers confused due to their varying appearances, in spite of their commonalities: the former’s muzzle was rounded out to a fault like the rest of the mares but it was filled up with some anxiety and anticipation; the latter, however, was more boxy, possessing various angles and curvilinear base more fitting for the stallions in attendance. The most contentious piece of detail between the two mares standing out in about were their rather uniformed attires at once: the highlighted redhead wore a green maillot covering up most of her body save for the umbilicus outlined by a diamond; the zebra donned a goldenrod bandeau holding her sagging bust in place as it matched the thin shorts around the wearer’s loins anyway.

Out of the standing foursome staring at their supine peers in the altogether, the onlooker in green was the first in speaking out no less, “oh, hey girls; I hope we’re not interrupting anything at all: you two seem to having quite a good time together…”

“Morning, Tails; we weren’t expecting you to attend the party here like last time or the first: how was New Horseleans treating you so far…?” the pink lounger had quickly asked the titular tenant almost instantaneously, beating her silver counterpart to the punch by a mere fraction of a second no less.

It didn’t take much for the highlighted redhead to answer Toola–Roola at once for the others to hear, “great, it’s just that I’d never thought I’d be here of all places, let alone meet up with my old friends, Snips and Snails; oddly enough, it seems obvious that I’m not the only redhead who was invited to the party, let alone with a plus one: even though Trefoil’s there, she’s not mine…”

“We know that all too well: Savannah and Rumble came here as well because somepony slipped her an invite about a month ago…” Coconut Cream replied as she’d began to take a stand, uncaring of how she and her pinker friend were still clad in both air and water, “I know for a fact ponies like us and you two got our invites because of our manes ever since Vanhoover last year.”

“I wish I’d been to Vanhoover though; it’d have seemed the Cutie Mark Crusaders had made it out to be a breathtaking experience: all the sights and sounds, especially considering they had a water park nearby the ocean those mares went to with their friends and family too no less…” affirmed Tails whom looked away at the surface area of the achromatic fluid nearby themselves.

Rainbow Harmony only took note of this and calmly asked the highlighted redhead immediately, “are you okay, Tails: you look like you’re a little nervous about the whole thing; is there something you want to talk about now…?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really; it’s just that I wasn’t expecting the next party to be so raunchy like before: over half of us are nude…” the eponymous mare answered freely as she’d then turned to face the pink pegasus nearby her, despite wearing the skimpy bikini, “I should’ve honestly expected it considering the likes of Smudge Proof yet this is no better than a naturist colony…”

“Calm down, it’s not like you have to show up here naked; this party is clothing optional, hence ‘invitation only’ altogether…” Flutterbye had joined into the conversation, speaking out as well to the highlighted redhead almost instantaneously no less, “besides, not everypony is interested in having sex with each other, at least not right now; some of us want to go for a swim instead.”

“Indeed, the three of us, Flutterbye, Pipsqueak, and I, have been intrigued by the sight and sounds in New Horseleans ponies can try: cuisines and landmarks define this metropolis Equestria built for any event by misters and misses…” said the monochromatic loner as well, walking over towards the fruity pegasus’ side without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak of.

Tails backed from the two yet still had retained the courage in replying to both Flutterbye and the zebra all the very same no less, “you’re right, Samoa, it’s been a while since I’d been able to go anywhere in Equestria lately, let alone beyond the mainland no less: Rosemound left me rather squeamish when I’d first gone to Smudge Proof’s party; now, my reactions have simply waned. Even now, I’ve been using my friends, Snips and Snails as training wheels just because we’d all grew up together in Ponyville; as a matter of fact, I can still see the whole thing repeat itself again ‘cause of how similar the whole party is by comparison: Babs and Twist are there to keep them company and they still have more than enough time to themselves enjoying all of this.”

“Just like us, CiCi and I had been strengthening our bonds together ever since we’d been to Rosemound over a year ago…” Toola–Roola chimed back in, holding her silver correspondent’s hand without bias or fear within themselves or even from others, “even before, I’m very sure that you’d already heard the whole entire story about how we’d met as is, especially considering–––”

“Hey, let’s try and have some fun like the invite said we should: after all, it’ll be lunchtime soon and we still have a long way to go before and after then; besides, too much information exists for a reason, Too–Roo…!” Coconut Cream interjected instantaneously, catching her pinker friend off–guard as a peck onto the cheek was made by the former with little warning whatsoever.

In any case, the highlighted redhead also began to blush as well, laughing sheepishly at what had just unfold between their two unclothed peers afore heading off to wherever else within the confined space altogether, followed after by the remaining others as well as far as she was concerned about all of this and that, factors and products notwithstanding so to speak of no less.

Unbeknownst to the sextet, Bindle Stick was now found to be kneeling about nearby the water, accompanied by two mares upfront also in the altogether bearing many significant differences. Of the duo, one of them was coated in a pinkish scheme, wearing locks of both purple and white while the other donned a gray braiding with tresses lighter than that despite being just as young. Secondly, the colorful mare had only bore some adventurous azure around the amorous pupils whereas her metallic counterpart wore brilliant violets contained by the light blue spectacles. Though both curvaceous, the pink tenant possessed a smaller cleavage with thickly tinted plums while the young gray correspondent was more ample than the former, painted a scanner darkly. Because of the utter lack of textiles, their flanks were especially enough to differentiate the duo: the colorful attendant wore another blue crown, the latter bore a steely spoon with an amethyst. With that said, they also had some collars already worn around the necklines like the green pony: the pink tenant had only donned some jet black; the silvery counterpart wore a reddish scheme.

Standing right up in front of the three mismatched equines was another orange stallion with his hands over its owner’s saturated and mucilaginous yard. Only a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses were already found to be slicked back neatly, already matching his eyes which the colorful mare had. Like many still in attendance, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, showing off his own limber frame compared to the likes of Tender Taps here. Donned over his very flanks were a simplistic illustration of a ligneous bat already accompanied by a white sphere inches away from each other already.

Of the two mares whom were moaning and squealing about, the pink pony was the first to break away from the metallic velvet underground beneath just as Bindle Stick pushed into her at once, “fuck yeah, ream your huge cock inside me, shemale…!”

“Just tell your… little gray friend… to hold you tight; I’m about to… cum real soon here…!” the green pony spat out huskily as the crowned fundament was still being secured anyway, despite the throes of concupiscence the three of them were in, “almost… almost…”

“AHHHN…!” the colorful mare mewed before breaking away from both equines straightaway: unlike Bindle Stick who still maintained composure, the young gray correspondent was soaked with the former’s deluge; at the same time, the orange stallion also unloaded in the moistened whispering eye belonging to the latter mare, his extract landing on the wet and messy coat too.

As soon as the green pony finally gave way, the metallic tenant had sighed joyfully, “oh, Diamond Tiara… how was all that hard fucking; wouldn’t you agree that coming to this place was a great idea…?”

“I know: I mean this is the first time we’d been to New Horseleans together; all that hot air and sunlight didn’t even stop us…” the aforementioned pony answered the bespectacled lounger in an instant no less so to speak of, struggling to maintain integrity, “the water is just so invigorating, Silver Spoon; nothing like Vanhoover but still good enough to keep us all cool…”

“Indeed it is, Ditty: this resort maybe for little baby ponies, yet even the notion of hosting a super sweet sixteen here would be a challenge for many parents to host knowing what can happen…” the titular tenant sighed as she’d crawled over to her pink friend’s side until they were currently face–to–face with one another, their moist skin having already made contact yet again no less.

Blushing about, Diamond Tiara had giggled to the young gray mare, “that and the fact it’s still sunny outside; thankfully, the glass windows themselves are just like the ones from that resort we’d went to last year: one–way only – nopony outside can see us but we can see the scenery from the comforts of our hot and sexy party…”

It didn’t take long for both of them to locked lips almost immediately, cloaked in sweat, saps, and saliva before the waters beneath them had cleaned it straightaway. As far as anyone can see now, he and Bindle Stick could barely believe what was happening: the affluent twosome were now right within their mutual embrace at once. With these mares currently biting their lips and tongues as well as each other rather gently all throughout, they were cooperative, collaborating so as to become easy. Every second spent trading kisses with one another was bliss; not even the other fluids from before dared to deter the twosome at all, not that any of them minded. The two others whom were literally standing by was firmly aware of the differences they’d both possessed alongside their few commonalities simply through touching. Right throughout their own lidded eyes, the very irises instantaneously met with a subdued clash of shades, hue, and cry in between their own shared concupiscent ways. Already lost in the moment of the passing times, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were both still tongue–tied by their momentary lust among themselves, flailing about.

“Speaking of which, don’t you think it’s about high time that I go get in on the action now…?” the orange stallion said to the metallic mare whom turned around to give him a frolicsome nod, “now then…”

“Ooh, it’s still so hot: I should’ve let you put your wienie in me before you’d came, First Base!” Silver Spoon exclaimed coyly after he’d knelt.

The young gray mare lolled her tongue, sensing the eponymous equine’s shaft shoved into her fundament with little warning only to recoil as Diamond Tiara felt the sudden addition of force. The fact the orange stallion was now lodged within Silver Spoon had made him more hot and bothered than ever, feeling her croup contract every push and pull along the brief moments. Despite being on top of the pink pony, the young gray mare maintained a tighter grip with their mews growing loud with each passing thrust through stirring about with momentum so to speak. First Base soon paused for a moment to savor the feeling of Silver Spoon’s callipygian muscles and the collective solution produced by her and Diamond Tiara’s previous performance overall. Needless to say, the orange stallion started slamming into the young gray mare as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax despite the lack of ease and moisture deep within her. Pumping further inward, First Base had delivered more crushing blows to Silver Spoon in a steady rhythm prior to unloading the deluge right on the pink pony’s nethermost regions at once.

Sure enough, the orange stallion bucked his hips into the young gray mare fast and loose, letting out a loud moan along some more to little end in sight as he relented immediately afterwards; she’d broke away from him easily just as a small string of white liquid right in between them did so too while Diamond Tiara felt the collective weight off of her own body becoming lightened.

Needless to say, the pink pony had some breathing room relinquished back to her again so she can exhale, “fuck, first Twist and now you: at this rate, you may as well be on the way to be the next anal slut; even though he’d took you from behind, the least he’d do for you is let that womb of yours be filled with another foal of your own…”

“Oh, come on, Ditty… it’s not like we didn’t want to: I barely had any time to myself lately since Sweet Victory was born…” Silver Spoon simply said to Diamond Tiara blithely, sitting up straight on their haunches almost immediately so to speak no less, “anyways, I was hoping that you’d have the courage to invite a special someone over instead; what had happened, Ditty…?”

“We still have a long way to go before that could happen: even though things have patched up between mom and dad lately, I don’t think they’d take kindly to him, especially considering how they’ll react should I do so; even they can tell the difference between Diamond Dogs and him…” the pink pony prattled on to her metallic counterpart before sitting upright too, albeit on knees.

The green pony soon interjected abruptly, “please don’t tell me you’re into that kind of thing, are ya?!”

“No, no, not at all: he’s a foreigner who’s been living in Equestria as well, not like one of those pets Applejack’s family has here!” Diamond Tiara sputtered about in shock as she’d waved both of her hands at Bindle Stick almost rather immediately for the others, “besides, even though that Equestria’s on good ties with Caninia, there’s still the matter of what had taken place before…”

“I guess some things don’t change: even in Equestria, there are are some who made your mother look like a joke and she’s a gold–digging philanderer; as a matter of fact, they make us look like a joke – we were bullies back then and not just because of our parents… no offense, Ditty…” Silver Spoon spoken indignantly altogether.

Just as First Base was agape at the young gray mare’s comment, her pinker friend simply said, “none taken…”

“Now that I think about it, I wonder how was Babs Seed: I haven’t been able to see her since last year when we’d started college…” Silver Spoon worded up, bearing a much more placid tone compared to last time as far as the others nearby could hear clearly, “what do you think she’d been doing ever since that day no less…?”

“Not much for the most part, though from what I’d heard, she was in some painting with Smudge Proof and Silver Wing since; as a matter of fact, it’d used to be in a museum months ago until somepony ended up destroying it in broad daylight no less…” Diamond Tiara had soon answered her metallic friend almost immediately without any hesitation or trepidation at all whatsoever.

As this was going on, Apple Bloom, Twist, and Babs were off in the distance, all devoid of their swimwear panting and moaning about in synchronicity while Tender Taps, Snails, and Snips were plowing their yard into their respective targets’ flanks, their visages slathered in scarlet from the concupiscence they were indulging themselves into. Out of the paired troika, the heavyset ginger was taking his precious time already exploring the confines of the bronze redhead, his fleshy prepuce nestled within the very edges of her own fundament as they slid in and out of themselves at a slow and steady pace, something in which the others nearby were still aware of nevertheless so to speak. Even though that remaining mares were in the same actionable position as Babs herself were already given a more rough and tumble fashion, they were still overwhelmed by more than enough lust to distract themselves from the textures of their respective stallions abaft, still entering and exiting at their own different speeds all the same. Anyways, the beige redhead was the most pleasured from her other counterparts’ excursion, moaning the loudest as her croup were being redden by Snails’ direct hands–on efforts, the bared integuments galling off from each other’s constantly close contact they, like the others were already engaged no less as far as they were still concerned.

In a matter of minutes, the yellow redhead was the first to squeal loudly in delight, “AHN~ AH CAN FEEL MAH INSIDES STIRRING ABOUT…!”

“NGH…!” the orange stallion grunted as he and Apple Bloom soon broke away from one another, watching as she’d collapsed onto the solid surface with his extract coagulating within her flanks with a lustful smirk, “you’ve barely changed a bit, haven’t you, Apple Bloom…? Last year, you and your marefriend had no problem letting us stallions into your flankhole, even now, it seems your slutty butt can’t take my huge cock in there; it’s no wonder why Twist is so popular ever since Rosemound – she can handle yourself getting wrecked by ponies like her coltfriend Snails…! At least she and your cousins were able to hold their own when it came to secret butt fun, something your friends can relate to after all these years; even Seed had been keeping his cock firmly into some Griffonstone flank and he’s into snakes and ladders ever since Day Camp.”

“Ahh… Ten–Ten, you’re so rough… but Ah like it…” the yellow redhead panted as her coat was becoming stained by solutions from Tender Taps.

The bronze compeer looked on to find Apple Bloom sprawled about and grunted about, “well, we can just… agree on one ding… Tender Taps had… a good mind to… go and do you… really good… even after… you’d all of his… cock inside dere… you’re still begging… for more action… and adventure…!”

“I know; even… after all that… it still isn’t… enough for me… to be at least… satisfied with… it all inside… me already…” the yellow redhead mewed as she’d found herself further soiled by her loins leaking about with a gilded fluid escaping outward, “sorry ‘bout that… Ah couldn’t help… mahself: it’d seemed… all of that much… hard fucking wrecked… mah urethra…”

“You know, Tendy… my dear cousin… may as well need… it already… after what you’d done… to her, it’s still… nice for herself… to clean up once… after all, New… Horseleans’ water… park has enough… chlorine balance… for both pleasure… and cleansing too…” Babs sigh, looking away from Apple Bloom with nervous intrigue as the cobalt unicorn ceased.

It wasn’t long until Twist crawled away from the gilded unicorn and moved her smirking muzzle over onto the yellow redhead’s velvet undergound, prompting him to speak to the former at once, “are you sure you want to do this, Twist…? You’ve just heard Apple Bloom confess to going number one in the pool not too long ago…”

“I know but I jutht can’t let a delicate young mare go on looking and feeling like thith; after all, I don’t mind kithing otherth like her: her friendth and couthin made me feel comfortable about it…” the beige redhead answered as her aforementioned friend crawled out of the pool at once, “bethideth, I’m betting that Apple Bloom already…”

“Hah…!” was all that the yellow redhead could say as Twist started lapping at the concoctions upon the former’s lap after licking the first batch.

In any case, Snails didn’t even object to what the beige redhead was doing now, already shoving his shaft into her fundament as she’d started exploring Apple Bloom’s whispering eye almost immediately so to speak.

While this was happening, a blue unicorn was literally sitting at the sidelines, much like what the pink pegasus had done before, albeit joyful. He’d worn some tresses with two differing colors but unlike shades vying for dominance, his only consisted of cerulean and amber spikes. Of course, the blue unicorn was wearing a pair of red board shorts, showing off his limber but athletic frame as he was moisten with water. Nevertheless, another commonality they had shared was their coldly colored pupils: in his case, it was warmer, a darker shade than the coat.

“To be young and in love; what a time to be alive…” the blue unicorn cerebrated as he was watching his peers inside of the complex, already occupied with themselves and the others too all the same.

Unbeknownst to him, one lone gilded mare was found to be standing behind straightaway, no doubt a tenant much like the former alone. Regions of raspberry and rose were found running away all throughout her tresses, two colors already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the gilded mare’s tresses were light lavender bows resting at the near end, holding them in place despite being of a smaller size. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of sea green were already widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by some larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all that she wore was a red collar around the neckline and a white bikini barely covering her modesty. Considering the near lack of clothing thereof, her very body had showed off the moderate bust, miniature umbilicus, and slender waistline. Resting upon her flanks was a blue feathery quill writing down a black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her body was clean.

At this particular moment in time, the gilded mare was carrying a pair of canteens in her hands when she’d greeted the blue unicorn immediately, “Skeedaddle, are you ready for this…?”

“Anything for you, my lovely Kettle…” the eponymous stallion soon answered as she’d bared her cleavage with little warning whatsoever, “oh my Celestia…!”

“Mm…!” Kettle moaned as her friend had started latching onto her more petite cleavage, feeling the latter’s tongue swirling away.

The blue unicorn fondled the other bosom slowly with his fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from the gilded mare’s nubbins before licking in between them while leaving behind ribbons of salivation. Kettle’s moaning started to intensify when she’d felt Skeedaddle’s teeth started chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk spurted from them and went inside, sending chills. The otherwise dirty deed continued onward for merely a few minutes until the blue unicorn lifted himself upwardly to the gilded mare’s lips, kissing her once again as she’d tasted her own liquid glands soon enough.