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: aside from Savannah and Trefoil belonging to Art–Anon, Well Spoken herself is based on Euphie from Code Geass; of course, this was bound to happen since I couldn't resist.

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

Equestria Emerald

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

Out of the few, Coconut Cream was still in the altogether overall, now washing her hands as she barely paid some attention whatsoever to her steamy reflection up in front. The amber eyes were filled with concupiscence and relief as the sweat off of these brows became mixed with the water and foam already swirling into the drain underneath. Of course, the silver heavyweight was firmly aware of the fact her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her already moistened considering the environment she was in.

“Hah… what a relief…” she’d cerebrated as a small grasp of water within her hands was doused onto her perspiring face, the cold soft feeling as well as the texture had soon made its way down the mane and coat.

Shivering about, Coconut Cream heard a voice enter her ears, “CiCi, I’m coming out soon; are you ready…?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right with you shortly…” the silver heavyweight answered back, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “Too–Roo, what do you want to do next for the time being…?”

“Just some cuddling for the time being; my pussy’s still sore after what you’d done to me…” Toola–Roola’s voice replied.

In spite of the mist, Coconut Cream paced herself away from the sink and followed the source of it all, finding a shadow within along with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, the heavyweight observer assumed that said form in question belonged to her fit friend; after all, the latter had given the former a reason to even be here. Nevertheless, Coconut Cream was also aware that neither of them was alone, despite the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less mares like her and Toola–Roola.

Of course, whomever the silver heavyweight had encounter wasn’t even an equine of any kind to begin with: rather, it was a lioness instead so to speak of. Like fur, much of the leaner body was covered thinly, many of which were pink like a rose to the point Coconut Cream could see a tuft of it from the scalp. Found upon the pink lioness’ face wasn’t a muzzle but a wrinkled nose, blacken as the nighttime sky yet gentle enough to seize the daylights nevertheless. Regarding the outward attire, a blue collar had been adorning the very owner’s neck, matching the eyes as well, both of which were all gentle to a fault. The pink lioness’ bouncy bosoms were more than enough to serve as a key difference between herself and the silver heavyweight themselves altogether.

Speaking of which, before Coconut Cream could even say anything, the true blue speaker cut ahead of the curve with a greeting, “hi, there…”

“Hello, Well Spoken; how are you doing today…?” the silver heavyweight coughed up quickly, “I take that New Horseleans is treating you well…”

“I’m great and it’s a pleasure to see you again; this must be the Big Easy my friends have been talking about recently: to be honest, this isn’t the first time I’ve been to a water park, let alone one closed for a private party…” the tickled pink lioness had answered Coconut Cream almost instantaneously so to speak of no less.

Noticing an outstretched paw, the silver heavyweight shook it and said to Well Spoken at once, “this is actually the second party I’d been to that’s like it: Too–Roo and I had first went to Vanhoover last year for our first such private party together; is this your first time in New Horseleans…?”

“Of course: Primrose and I have been able to travel back to Equestria again ever since we’d been first invited to Rosemound…” the pink lioness had answered confidently, shivering about to and fro despite being showered in some warm water nevertheless, “at least it wasn’t on Hearths Warming; anyways, is this your first time here…?”

“Yes… Too–Roo and I came here together because of the invite; for what it was worth, it was a good thing that summer had just begun earlier: I heard that this resort is usually packed in late winter when Hearts and Hooves Day wasn’t the only holiday in the making so to speak of…” Coconut Cream retorted as she’d started to sweat as well.

Well Spoken then said to the silver heavyweight out of confusion, “wait, it also snows in here too…?”

“Not at all as far as I know: it’s on a flatter surface, especially considering the terrain; even if it were the case, it’s still rare…” Coconut Cream replied to the pink lioness immediately, washing away the perspiration right off the former’s very body no less, “there’s really nothing to worry about now since it’s not that season to worry about at large, at least from where we can see it…”

“I take that it’s such a nice place to visit: fine dining, beautiful sights, even the climate…!” Well Spoken had exclaimed to the silver heavyweight.

Coconut Cream cachinnated considerately, “Too–Roo agrees too…”

“I heard that…!” the pink pony interjected, catching both the silver heavyweight and the pink lioness off–guard as the former had materialized before them both, “I’d never said anything about what CiCi had said earlier…”

“Oh, hi there, I didn’t know that you were nearby; I tried calling out to see if anybody else was here earlier but I guess I was wrong…” Well Spoken replied as water dripped down from Toola–Roola’s tresses and coating, still wearing her red collar around the neckline.

With a roll of the eye, the pink pony paid no mind and prattled about, “this is just like that time I came looking for CiCi in the shower last year at Vanhoover; at this rate, it’s nothing more than predictable to a fault from what I can tell: as a matter of fact, there was only one griffin that came to the party there. Her name was Gabriella and she showed up with a coltfriend of her own from the schoolhouse by the name of Cucumber Seed; he was some snake–charmer who found his calling back at the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ Day Camp when he was young. Neither of us paid any mind whatsoever on the account of being really into each other and the like, and I mean really into each other: I remember talking to her about anal sex and how interested she was into it overall…”

“Oh, I didn’t know that; I never had somebody put something like that into my tail…” the pink lioness sighed in a heavy tone camouflaging with the environment the threesome were still in, “I’m not sure how Primrose would even take it…”

“What do you mean by that; is she really that nervous about the whole thing no less…?” Coconut Cream inquired all of the sudden with Toola–Roola unfazed.

Smiling wide, Well Spoken replied, “I’m afraid so and I can’t blame her for that: Primrose is still not considering it so I won’t force the issue at all…”

“Oh, I see now…” the silver heavyweight said in a neutral tone at the pink lioness’ answer already, “you know, Twist’s really big into anal and not just with other stallions’ dicks: I’d remembered Babs and Opal eating her out regardless of whom came into her plothole; it kind of reminds me of that time Plaid Stripes ate Do–Si–Do out back at Trottingham months ago…”

“Really…?” Well Spoken gasped instantly.

Coconut Cream maintained her composure and said, “yeah, Flutterbye and Rainbow Harmony were watching it happen back then but it was nothing too serious whatsoever; after all, from what they’d told us, they were all having fun there like they were all the very same so to speak of.”

“At least it’s not like the times before Equestria’s founding: no one’s at each other’s throats this time around; just some good, good smiles all–round…” the pink lioness had laughed a bit before starting to leave this place right away with the two equines following suit, “besides, let’s finish up and head on out of the door; I think she’s just about finished with freshening up by now…”

They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself still no different from before in their entirety so to speak of; the only exception was the music, melodic winds and wires with the occasional striking of keys were playing acutely: together, they were the epitome of both refinement and gentleness, a greater far cry from its prior percussive predecessor.

Notably, there happened to be at least two individuals whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance resting against the railing, in the altogether like many of their peers around them all. Each of them currently possessed only a few certain common traits: hierophant green irises already reeking of libidinousness and a deep crimson hue donned upon both of their very faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that perhaps one observer would’ve taken notice therein, aside from their heated sweating bodies displaying their own contrasting forms.

A bulky copper yak lain prone with a fullest form as two braids of some matching hair circled around both ears with baby blue barrettes: a rubicund collar around the neckline was all that was needed for the others to know its wearer was feminine to a fault, despite the abundance of fur over the very body; of course, all that she’d wore were some goldenrod bracelets and anklets. Abaft was a singular shamrock stallion with eyes and tresses in various shades of the same color, especially given the fact the latter had clashed in between opalescence and aquamarine; like her, he, too, was in the altogether, showing off a lightweight body with flanks bearing a small bale of turtles swimming stagnantly together in a finite sea of emerald splash making up the formation.

He’d already taken aim at the singular yak’s fundament, having spread them apart with both hands before jutting right away into her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly at the shamrock stallion still latched onto her breech all the same.

With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath beneath the yak’s croup, yielding out even more pleasure. Each time the shamrock stallion’s tongue had switched back to the fundament and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the yak’s fundament a bit wider before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her to close her emerald splashed eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the shamrock stallion’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.

“Hng… please go on, Sandbar: eat Yona out; yak so hot, about to burst soon…” the singular yak had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight breech with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same so to speak of.

At this point in time, the shamrock stallion was currently kneeling upwardly with his prepuce pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay Sandbar, this is just like what we did back at Trottingham months ago, nothing more…”

It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed shaft had soon went inside of Yona’s croup, causing the latter to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft carpeting all the while. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Sandbar clung onto the singular yak firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick fur. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did she’d started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained nearby underneath. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the shamrock stallion pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against Yona with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly despite their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Sandbar had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the singular yak, her fundament now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body while the shamrock stallion had clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, Yona was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves all the same no less. With that said, although the singular yak had yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, she and Sandbar were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew.

“Don’t give up… Yona almost there…!” she’d pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the shamrock stallion’s yard swelled within before the most latest reentry had caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her breech with its excesses covering the edges as well as around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SANDBAR…!”

“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and Yona, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with exhaustion yet filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.

The singular yak felt the lungs inside her body and the air within them now becoming stabilized after what Sandbar had done to her, too overwhelmed with concupiscence to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.

Just when it seemed they were going to have some time and space to themselves quietly, another loud feminine voice resonated in their ears right away, “oh, yeah, Trey; fuck me rotten…!”

Further away from them were two mares, on a bench, also in the altogether, both alike in fair dignity at first as they possessed certain commonalities: coldly colored irises, 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 was a lemony pegasus with darker tresses too while the other was a minty unicorn with teal tresses accented by brighter stripes overall. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in retinal composition between the mismatched two: only the blonde bore a lone nevus underneath one of her glowing green eyes whereas the minted counterpart had worn some brilliant sky blue containing illustrious excitement within. Out of the two equines in question, the lemony pegasus had a buxom formation with a thickly tinted pinkness while the minty unicorn was more petite, painted in a scanner darkly; in addition, while the former wore colorful nosegays, the latter carried a trio of curved arrows trailing about. Like many of the visitors around themselves, they were both devoid of textiles completely, save for collars already worn around the necks red like the concupiscence enveloping the majority; with that said, the blonde sat over the jaded counterpart whom wore an artificial protuberance.

“That’s right, Savannah, you’re almost there; it won’t be long now…” the minty unicorn ruminated as she was pushing up into the lemony pegasus while latching at the sheath and bosom up in front, “one more push…”

“AHN~ no wonder why Tails likes you so much: you’re so confident in your abilities to please a mare such as myself, Trefoil…” the aforementioned blonde moaned as she’d felt her own prodded flowerbed becoming more loose with liquid shooting out from there instantaneously, thanks to the jaded counterpart.

The eponymous mare had sighed softly before pecking Savannah on the cheek without a care in the whole wide world they’re still in, “it’s actually a good thing thing that she was invited this time; she must have loved the party that he’s throwing us: all that warm water and the attractions too…”

“Hah…!” the lemony pegasus then exhaled, sliding off of the minty unicorn’s lap to the only free space nearby before speaking, “at least she’s not sitting this one out from what we can see; our friends Tag–A–Long and Do–Si–Do haven’t shown up today and I think I know why: at least she has foals to take care of in the meantime…”

“In any case, you seem to be at ease with your coltfriend going with you to New Horseleans: I’d thought you and Rumble were going to sit this one out this time around or something like that; come to think of it, how was his brother Thunderlane…?” Trefoil had spoken to Savannah as they were briefly watching the others going about their own ways all the very same no less.

The lemony pegasus had simply answered the minty unicorn without any kind of hesitation within the former whatsoever, “he’s doing great as far as he’d told me recently months ago: I’d heard that they’ve been taking their roles as parents really well, even though they met some friends of a similar kind no less…”

“Yeah, I believe we’d met them at the last party back in Trottingham; to be honest, this was the first time I’d met him in real life…” Trefoil replied as she’d noticed a pair of zebras taking turns kissing each other from afar with a few stallions watching them no less, “wasn’t expecting him to be a Wonderbolt of all things, let alone one to show up here of all places…”

“You should’ve seen his wife Zula: apparently they’d have a great time at home alone with each other; of course, I could’ve said the same thing of our friend Samoa, especially who’s she with…” Savannah simply sighed softly as she’d stared at the skylights above themselves so to speak of.

Needless to say, the lemony pegasus started to stand up, prompting the minty unicorn to follow suit as the latter said, “I’m thirsty: I think it’s about high–time for a glass of tea; do you want something to drink too, Savvy…?”

“Not a bit, though I would like some biscuits; I am feeling kind of peckish so to speak…” Savannah answered, following suit as they’d passed by so many of their peers, few of whom were in a swimming pool, “let’s get out of here…”

Likewise, two more mismatched ponies alike in fair dignity at first glance were found to be possessed few commonalities, if any; as such, they were significant differences between them. For starters, the buxom pony sitting at the edge of the water was but a midnight mare wearing a red collar while the other lanky equine was a gilded stallion with his muzzle buried into her lap. Second of all, she’d worn a saturated and long frizzy coiffure of sapphire, opal, emerald, and amethyst; the latter had possessed only solid green tresses all throughout the very way instead. Thirdly, the midnight mare had worn a multicolored muffin on both flanks out in the dry air while the gilded stallion donned an emerald splashed apple held in places with a pair of ropes. Out of the two ponies, she bore irises of grayish aquamarine focused onto the jaded mane which had already belonged to her freckly correspondent whose ruby orbs targeted her undercarriage.

“Ooh… you’re such a good kisser, Apple Bud… now I know how my friends felt when they’d experimented so long ago…” the midnight mare giggled freely, offering up no such resistance whatsoever as the titular explorer pushed his way into her with such avid glee.

Soon, the gilded stallion started feeling her clutched hand now resting on his mane as she’d felt him tickling her dear sheath before slowly sliding it in, such tightness knowing no bounds at all. He’d now ran his tongue around the midnight mare’s gaskins as they were starting to spread a bit further wide, barely helping themselves but drooled every second the achromatic liquid clung on. With Apple Bud’s pink tongue sliding inside and out of her flowerbed repetitively, his hands had still held onto to her abdomen; in no time, she’d given out more small moans of contentment. They turned to loud yelps of happiness the moment the gilded stallion’s tongue licked inside the undercarriage, both compounds’ sheer cold calling on forth, this time from the midnight mare.

He’d suppressed a grunt after breaking away from her, looking upwardly to find an amorous smile in the process, “even after last year, you still have the same great taste like before, Aurora…”

“Just stay outta the way; I’m gonna ––– ahh…!” the aforementioned female struggled to speak before another fluid started to escape from her: unlike the others, it was tinted in a goldenrod scheme in the form of an arc hitting the pool’s surface where Apple Bud resided; thankfully, he took heed to her words and avoided the direct onslaught straightaway, “oops, sorry about it…”

“It’s alright, I’m just glad that we’re together now since last year: Vanhoover has been quite the game changer since we’d been first invited by the likes of Smudge Proof; to be honest, I was kind surprised to see so many ponies willing to strip naked, let alone my own cousins no less…” the gilded stallion chimed in with such relief after watching another solution make contact too.

In any case, the midnight mare still found the strength to sit up straight and purred freely no less, “I can’t help myself but feel guilty about being the only pony that was invited when all of my friends weren’t able: Java Bolt and I been thru so much together ever since Pumpkin Twizzle’s tenth birthday party a decade ago; none of us had expected to be trapped in a mobile home…”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about though; I’m sure that your friends are having a good time together like they are last time…” he’d replied so freely, still focusing in onto her aquamarine orbs all the same with a reassuring stare so to speak of, “besides, even they would’ve been able to enjoy some time at a water park during the summer anywhere in Equestria overall…”

“I know that, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting everything else to be so boring since that day: once upon a time, the idea of a house coming to life was something straight out of old mare’s tales; now, it’s just a distant memory of how far we’d came when we were just three little fillies…” Aurora said to Apple Bud with a solemn sigh.

The gilded stallion held onto to the midnight mare’s left gently and began to talk, “my cousin was one part of these three little fillies like them: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo still have adventures despite having to be all grown up ever since the Summer Sun Celebration over a decade ago; perhaps if it weren’t for Twilight, then we would’ve never met at all either…”

“Of course, I shouldn’t have sold myself so short lately; after all, Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich both threw that party…” she’d heaved, standing up straight in the water to face him all the same, no longer holding herself back any longer like she’d done, “in any case, let’s make out for some good luck; I want the rest of the morning to last before we break for lunch together…”

“I don’t see any reason why not: the morning still belongs to us; it won’t be long until it ends…” Apple Bud hissed playfully, closing his very eyes away from Aurora whom had done the same.

Since they were standing straight up, their eyes were being accented by blushing considering how both faces were maintaining their close distance. As the twosome finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another, even as the oxygen had sideswiped their integuments underneath. The equine pair became more eager, their muzzles finally opened up as one another passed with tongues slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to each others’ amorous intentions, now wrapping their arms around their backs without care. Neither of them dared to relent, continuing for at least over a minute or so tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. Soon, the gilded stallion transferred his left hand from the midnight mare’s mane to further on down below, causing herself to tense up before easing.

It didn’t even take long for her to release the fingernails’ loose grip onto his coat as he’d purred, “don’t be shy… we’re all friends here, nothing more…”

“Excuse me, guys; we’re sorry to interrupt you but we must know: which way is the teashop…?” a lone feminine voice was heard by the amorous duo whom were broken out of their mutual gazes, “we were just finish going down the slide together earlier…”

At this very moment, two ponies were found standing nearby, both alike in fair dignity at first glance through virtue of possessing one certain commonality with the present pair: a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves. For starters, one was a lone olive stallion was found to be standing upright with more lipids and musculature than the gilded unicorn; the other was a raspberry mare already standing right next to the former by a few centimeters, colorfully petite yet athletic compared to the beige redhead. Like Apple Bud, he, too, had cold tresses weighed down by some moisture except they were turquoise, making its very way to the nape of the neck; by comparison, she’d possessed a dark, neat, and full set of crimson hair, much like the very first redheads whom had appeared earlier. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence matching the olive stallion’s strands whose face faltered about whereas a rich shade of light silver were held back by the raspberry mare herself along with a winning smile holding firm enough to provide reassurance. Of the two juxtaposed ponies in question, her only article of clothing was found upon the very neckline: a jet black collar speaking more darkly than what their own tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve dared to say, not that anyone had minded in the very least, especially Aurora herself. Slathered right on the olive stallion’s flanks were a modestly singular corn cob baring its kernels just bearing an equal color palette of the rainbow; the raspberry mare wore a ruby red sun in the center of a polygon with its rays of light arranged in a pattern of the same color as well as white.

“That way…” the midnight mare muttered mildly.

It didn’t take long for the two ponies walk past the sedentary tenants whom had returned to their throes of passion not long after upon being shown one direction from the likes of Aurora alone.

Of the pedestrian twosome traversing throughout the aquatic landscape, the raspberry mare was quick to speak up, “Corn, are you feeling okay…?”

“It’s nothing, Cerise… I’ve just been feeling hungry lately, that’s all; besides, it’s almost lunchtime anyway…” the eponymous stallion answered her immediately, looking down at his own stomach upon feeling it vibrate, “oh look we’re here…”

Both ponies stopped in place to find a series of glass paneling up in front of them, most of which was displaying an abundance of refreshments. Standing between themselves were some sets of several tables with the accompanying chairs beneath, less than that being already occupied. Perched on top nearby the curvature was an amalgamation of wood, foam, and metal gears, each having spelt out the very establishment’s name.

Trudging through the dry terrace, the traveling twosome trotted over until they had reached the inside where they were both greeted by its storekeeper: a buxom silvery unicorn. Like them, the tresses were rough, albeit more so than their neat forms thanks to the fact they had been already painted in an indigo prophecy despite being of nearly dark shadings. Around the storekeeper’s luxurious pupils were but circles of a brilliant gamboge having already widened about with its tenderly gaze which could have refreshed many lifeforms. Considering the red collar over the neck, its owner was of the same gender as Cerise; in addition, the former had also donned a jaded ensemble of only a square hat and an apron.

“Good morning, dearies; it’s a beautiful day outside: sun’s shining, birds are singing, nice day for a game of catch…” the storekeeper greeted.

Of the two, Corn was quick to respond to the silvery unicorn straightaway, “hi… can we have some chocolate milk and alphabet crackers please…?”

“Sure, it’s on the house today since my employer had rented the entire resort out for the party…” the buxom storekeeper had answered the olive pony, turning to walk towards the refrigerator where the beverages resided, “as a matter of fact, he’s managed to provide catering to anyone whom had shown up to the party this morning…”

“That explains much…” the raspberry mare said.

It wasn’t long until the silvery unicorn returned to the same spot from before with the glass bottles in tow to give both ponies alongside a pair of bags filled with foodstuff; after handing them over to the tenant’s in question, she’d said to the lonely patrons simplistically, “have a good afternoon…!”

“We will… thanks…!” Corn replied while he and Cerise had both stepped back out to find their place to partake in their collective leisure, “never imagined that we’d be back to attending yet another one of Smudge Proof’s parties, let alone go to New Horseleans of all the places in Equestria…”

“Ditto…” the raspberry mare chimed inwardly.

Finding an empty table, the two ponies took their seats and their fair share of collations acquired recently: as soon as the items were opened, its scents slowly wafted in their nostrils before either of them spoken; of course, it wasn’t long until Corn had spoken up once again, having already poured out his own nutrient, “so what do you suppose’s gonna happen now with all the treaties?”

“You mean with other lands besides the five already in place…?” Cerise answered as she’d opened the bottle gently and slowly, taking a minimal swig from there at once, “in all fairness, it wasn’t considerably surprising to say the very least, especially considering their track record: Equestria built itself on the principles of friendship and family, nothing more, nothing less…”

“Well, nopony, or rather, nobody else had considered the possibility we’d gain so many more friends so to speak of, of course…” Corn said he’d taken his first few bites as well, unperturbed by all the sights and sounds of their generally equines compeers.

The raspberry mare had looked at the few other visitors nearby her as well as their collective surroundings too before speaking only slightly aloud, “if anything, I think what happened with us a decade ago is more scarier: all those memories of prestige and progress subverted by mere words alone, only for the windigos to return no less. Come to think of it, I think I once had a dream about a decade ago where Equestria was buried in ice and snow all of the sudden: there was a huge rat in some clothes looking around for something and he seemed to have some sort of a strange device in his hand…”

“You’re kidding, right?!” the olive stallion exclaimed, nearly letting his own unopened beverage fall into disarray, “I just had a dream where I’d watched a train appear out of nowhere, even though there were no tracks before; it was just like one of those arthouse films and comics I’d stumbled across over a year ago at the convention in New Ponyland, including the fanzines…”

“Wow, you are weird…” Cerise said to Corn.

Some more feminine mewing was heard yet it didn’t come from the raspberry mare or the other nearby patrons, Savannah and Trefoil, whom were both indulging in a simply large glass of iced tea they were sharing with their straws; rather, it’d came from Twist whom, though out of their collective sight wasn’t out of minds, was moaning about in a freeform fashion, “aaaaahhhhh…!”

“Oh, her again… it’s nothing to be worried about; she always saw herself as the life of the party since Smudge Proof invited her…” the olive stallion spoke as he’d still maintained control over himself all the same so to speak of, uncaring of the mews and squeals, “I don’t really care much about her being so into other mares and backdoor relations, at least not since Rosemound…”

“I’m not as surprised as you either so I don’t pay it any mind at all; besides, it’s not like anypony else cares about the whole thing, especially with everypony already in the mood so to speak, Corn…” Cerise said as she was just about finished eating her snack while the bottle right next to her was halfway full.

Sure enough while they’d consumed their refreshments, the beige redhead was partaking in this golden opportunity: her delicate body currently resting right in between of both Snips and Snails. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for Twist to be firmly aligned almost immediately, giving out small as well as passionate yet heavy breaths from her mouth rather instantaneously. The gilded unicorn started resting one of his hands right onto the beige redhead’s bosoms, taking in the view of her moist form just as much as his cobalt counterpart did this time around no less. Twist didn’t care in the slightest about the two unicorns currently entering their prepuces directly inside of her body, calibrating collective movements from what she could feel presently at large. In the midst of the very ordeal, the beige redhead planted her two hands onto Snails’ abdomen underneath in an attempt to keep herself supportive while he and Snips still traded momentum. Now that 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 three equines moan greatly. Gearing up for some expulsion from their shafts inside Twist with such intensification of the pulp friction, she gave off resounding happy moans amid the respirations while salivating about. Soon enough, both unicorns were now shooting in the path of the beige redhead’s ingresses, their otherwise rigid yards now suddenly giving way and undergo what had been done to her earlier.

It was at this point in time did Twist collapse onto Snails nearby the poolside gently, panting and heaving about as Snips slid out of her, “mm, that wath tho refrething: way better than that time you’d thtuck your tongue into my netherth and made me cum monthth ago…”

“I take dat you’d enjoyed my joyboy now…?” Babs asked her beige counterpart whom had turned to face the former without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “it’s a pleasure dat we’d been able to meet each other after all dese months, despite de troubles…”

“I agree: ever thince Rothemound, I’ve been real comfortable being next to you two, ethpecially Apple Bloom of all ponieth; the hath been really good at thquirting tho hard for me to eat her kitty becauthe of how young the thtill ith deep down…” Twist had heaved as she’d rolled off of the gilded unicorn’s body with little effort remaining within.

The bronze redhead walked over to her beige correspondent’s side and sat down to speak right away, “yeah, I know but don’t get too comfortable: Applejack and Big Mac may have already seen you as a family friend but even dey’d probably flip out if dey were to learn of our secrets, especially with de parties we’ve been going to since Rosemound…”

“Relax, Babthie, it ithn’t like we can go there every thix monthth jutht to have fun with each other, let alone with them no leth…” Twist replied to Babs playfully as the former’s loins were leaking about with the compounds of both Snails and his friend altogether, “that thould give uth enough time to bond with our friendth and family during the interim between now and then…”

“You don’t need to remind me of dat: I’d honestly dought dat I wasn’t going to go again and not because of our foal; de last two parties, Vanhoover and Trottingham, were enough time for me to help us prepare since we’d been able to tie de knot recently, especially with de bits from him…” the bronze redhead had interceded, her tone somber and constrained so to speak of nevertheless.

This made the beige redhead calmer as she’d still faced Babs, this time with feelings of confusion, “I’d gotten a contribution from him and hith wife too: the painting we’d done with Tag–A–Long wath a bonuth thince it’d meant bringing Thnailth along to keep uth full and frithky if you know what I’d meant…”

“At least dey’d left you two alone and that was because you were both pregnant; I still remember dat look in dat stallion’s eyes…” the bronze redhead uttered without any sort of hesitation whatsoever as far as her compeers were concerned all the while overall, “even dough Smudge Proof kept his promise dat you and miss Filly Guide were left alone, Morty was looking tense. De fact dat he was somepony we didn’t meet in a long time didn’t help matters, especially with all dis talk about his grandfather; of course, I’d never met him at all so to speak, dough it doesn’t seem to dissuade me from de look in her husband’s blue eyes: he’d looked like he was about to freeze a whole city solid, like in some movie about global warming or someding like dat…”

“Nothing to be worried about: ath far ath they’re concerned, our thallionth won’t end up having foalth with other mareth no matter how many partieth we go to; although I’m an anal thlut, I thtill want Thnailth fathering my foalth all the thame, much like you want Thnipth to altho…” Twist said to Babs with a salacious smirk no less.

The bronze redhead lightly laughed listlessly as she’d placed her hooves into the blue, the rest of her body still high and dry as is, “yeah, you’re right about dat: Fizzy needs us and I’m more dan happy to have a family to raise her on my behalf as well too…”

“Come to think of it, what are you two going to do once you and Thnipth go back to Manehattan after the party ith over, Babthie?” the beige redhead asked Babs gently as her hooves were now also firmly right in the water, still wet with the unicorns’ solutions, “I know Apple Bloom and I are going to have more than plenty to talk about with Diamond Tiara and Thilver Thpoon…”

“De same ding we always do: cut some manes and make some money so we can raise a family together…” the bronze redhead had answered Twist freely almost rather instantaneously so to speak of.

This made the beige redhead attack the open water with brief yet pumped up kicks as she’d beamed, “well, we’ve got a long way to go until we can return to our hometh and familieth later on tonight: in the meantime, I could think of plenty of thingth to do before we get to that point once the morning endth; how about we make the dwindling minuteth count with each other…?”

“Go on, I’m listening loud and clear: anyding you want to say, I’m right dere with you; just say de word and I’ll do it for you…” Babs purred as she’d pushed herself into the water for Twist to see clearly, prompting the latter to raise an eyebrow so to speak, “besides, I was honestly dinking of a similar idea myself, especially after watching you getting DP from dem earlier no less…”

“What do you have in mind, Babthie…?” the beige redhead asked her bronze counterpart almost instantaneously.

A wry smirk escaped from Babs’ visage as she’d said to Twist gently, “close your eyes; it’ll be a surprise, just for you…”

It didn’t take long for the beige redhead to heed her friend’s words, especially since the latter had used that same, albeit fractions worth of, time to roll the former’s body around in place already. At long last, Babs was getting one more additional look at where Snips and Snails had entered: both Twist’s sheath and fundament had still overflowed with their compounds from not long ago. Nothing much could be said about it from what the bronze redhead could see clearly so to speak; after all, she was right there when her beige correspondent was in between both of the unicorns.

Holding a single hand onto Twist’s haunches, Babs had stretched them wide before forwarding a tongue inside, earning a tense gasp from the former now that the latter bent down and faced it all. Now the bronze redhead found herself licking and lapping about with little warning whatsoever, her beige friend was now closing away the hot pink eyes with a refrain of delayed moans no less. The scorching heat of the very sunlight above in where the two redheads bathed had in was nothing compared to temperatures currently burrowing inside the receptive Twist thanks to Babs. The beige redhead even started to drool already as her bronze friend had began to permeate all throughout the former's thighs in such a manner, slurping and licking in as saliva took refuge.

“Oh, Babthie… you’re tho… ahhhhhhhh…!” Twist cried softly as warmth had now enveloped themselves in those folds, feeling some subzero salivation deep around the breech altogether as Snips and Snails had looked onward with arousal, “don't thtop… I’m gonna cum again… pleathe make me burtht: I… want to feel my holeth expand…!”

Taking the beige redhead’s timid thrumming at face value, her bronze friend licked deeper inside as the saliva from before was mixing in with the liquids that the latter had tasted before, filling both contents of such salivation inside the former whom had panted slowly in kind all the same. The newly formed compound brought about by the two mares' performance had made its way upon the receptive Twist's legs, running about her beige coat with a rather acerbic but sickly saccharine aroma within the achromatic texture, all thanks to Babs’ actions alone so to speak of. The beige redhead couldn't even help herself but panted about as she’d now felt the bronze counterpart retract her tongue slowly but surely at once, savoring the moment that the two of them shared in so little time they'd spent already together, compared to that of Snips and Snails.

“So, how was dat: pleased to find dat I was able to clean you out; it’s such a shame he would’ve done de same if you weren’t so dirty, am I right…?” Babs asked Twist without any restraint within the sensuous tone of voice from what those nearby themselves can hear clearly all the while no less.

The beige redhead could do nothing but nod and reply to her bronze friend timidly, “mm–hmm…”

In any case, both mares began to kiss passionately, much to the silent delight of both unicorns whom were padding their own prepuces overall from the sight of them in all their morning glory; as far as the latter group was concerned, this was nothing new whatsoever, especially considering similar events from both past and present taking place around them for one reason or another.