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 Berry Munch belonging Art–Anon,Well Spoken is based on Euphie directly from Code Geass.

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

Abusive Amber Arrested

Dark skies were finally over the lands, painted with the clusters of stars and a silver crescent already shining the way for many of its observers underneath. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that had ensued right below earlier. Even though the atmosphere itself was already cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, it still had some warmth before to not let it happen in spite of it. Generally speaking, such temperatures were due to the overabundance of wintry precipitation solidifying over every single terrain imaginable whatsoever. Of course, only a few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mix of fascination and frustration unbecoming nevertheless.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, Lancelot and Rainbow Harmony only found themselves staring at the illuminated metropolis. Whilst the pink pegasus had returned back to her only white ensemble, the silver stallion was now wearing a jet black tube top and a pair of light trousers. Not even the chill of the night deterred them from enjoying the sights and sounds of this big city thanks to its bright lights in many other colorings and shapes.

“It’s beautiful…” she said softly so to speak of.

He’d replied in return, “I know…”

“To think I would’ve never been able to see New Horseleans in this light together, let alone at all in my own lifetimes…” Rainbow Harmony only giggled as she’d given Lancelot a dry kiss on the cheekbone straightaway, “it’s a shame we have to go back to Ponyville soon enough, Lance…”

“Indeed, it would be nice to stay in New Horseleans, even for one more day…” the silver stallion sighed as the twosome stared at their own surroundings with a somber stare towards the skies and the city as well.

It wasn’t long until their collective tranquility was broken by the sudden appearance of more pedestrians, most of whom were masculine so to speak; of the many, Truffle was among them with Berry by his side, both fully clothed more conservatively than they were much earlier ago overall: the former also wearing a snow white combo, the latter a red sweater and green skirt.

The heavyset brunet was the first to speak up, fondling the thick cloth over the stout redhead’s rightmost bosom to her illustrious nonchalance, “why go back to city when you can get invited to another one of his parties, am I right, guys…? My cock is still sore after letting my little cumslut run me ragged for so long: she and Opal were the real stars of the show as far as I can tell…”

“Only because you’d ended up cumming into my flanks like you’d done with her and Mini…” Berry chuffed as Truffle ran his finger over her dense bust without a care in the world therein, “at least she and Lemon had no problem with eating me out, especially since he’d unloaded in there too…”

“Oh, grow up…” the heavyset brunet retorted.

The snow white middleweight appeared from behind the lipid twosome on the right, now clad in a green jacket over a plain white tee and some black jeans, ready to say something already, “it’s a shame that I have to go back to the Crystal Empire; at least Pomegranate and I can trust these two to protect all of us…”

“We know…” Lancelot lilted about listlessly as some light lime lingered upon the visage, “I have nothing to worry about with them in charge, Frosty…”

“Agreed, Sombra’s gone and he’s never, ever coming back again either…” the eponymous equine said as he’d walked over to the steely lightweight gently.

Lancelot looked away and replied, “of course he’s not: as far as they’d seen it, he could’ve done much worse had he stayed with those three instead…”

“You don’t need to remind me of them, you know…” the pink pegasus peeped plainly, putting the effort to reenter the conversation she’d previously partaken in, “I have my own life to live freely, especially without you–know–who…”

“So does everypony else, though at this rate, there’s probably going to be more individuals coming to his party as well so to speak of: griffons were just a starter from what we’d seen…!” said Shady, currently clothed in a gray shirt and black shorts as he’d high–fived his brother Green whom wore a similar attire, albeit with a golden vest and red jeans.

This made Rainbow Harmony radiate with rich redness as she’d roared rapaciously, “at least I had a better time making that memory here rather than home; it’s gonna be hard for me to leave here tonight, knowing I have to go back to Ponyville…”

“It’s gonna be hard for the lot of us: some of us have a place to be tomorrow morning; of course, they won’t be expecting me ‘til Monday…” Well Spoken interjected, dressed up in a frilly white dress covering much of her body instead of only a blue collar this time, “besides, I’m very glad that Primrose and I were able to go off to see New Horseleans together…”

“I feel sorry for her already…” Truffle sniggered.

The pink pegasus couldn't resist rolling her eyes at that matter as she’d turned to speak blithely to the steely lightweight, “I’m still looking forward to staying overnight with you already, my knight in waiting…”

“Same here, my fair lady…” Lancelot chuckled definitively before kissing Rainbow Harmony on the lips once more, this time with feelings of freedom being fearlessly fluttering about between themselves, “despite everything, I’m still going to cherish this day and the night as well with you, Mona…”

“As will I, Lance: even your presence alone will give me comfort for the future…” the pink pegasus cooed as she’d watched the steely lightweight’s visage light up as well, both faces now filled to the brim with warmth throughout their very bodies.

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was but only a couple miniscule hours until it could end; nonetheless, so few would’ve been asleep now. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable many having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings which had stood out and about in the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Though predominantly adorned with a richly heated coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight golden pillars within them. At least a dozen’s worth of rows were windows already plastered on the very structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself had possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a stark contrast to its overall rounded formation. The blue textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in snow white reading itself all orderly, 'BARNYARD BARGAINS'.

High above yet within the very building was but a boardroom already bathed in both sunlight and electricity alike, up and running about without any end in sight whatsoever so to speak of yet. The dark ceiling and background in their entirety was colored in the brownish gold of highest quality, rich enough to bear any sweet treasures and texture alone despite faintest illuminations. Underneath it all was some elaborate carpeting seemingly originated from a faraway land, made with the finest shades and hues in spite of the overwhelming simplicity within their very fibers. Only a line of steel drawers stood out and about, currently resting against a wall opposite of the windowsills with portraits upon the adjacent side and a small circular clock resting from the top. A lone door was found halfway nearby from the windowsill, brightly painted in a bloody stream of orange blossom with a square of acrylic glass at the upper half amongst the wood and foam. Stuck in the middle of the naked space was a long slender table with many seats nearby it, each of those, occupied by many of its inhabitants as it was littered with papers and foodstuffs no less.

Inside, a light brown stallion was standing up in between some charts and a long table seated by many of his peers, each with their own similarities and differences to himself and the others too. Although his shining tresses were jet–black to a fault, strands of soul silver were found within; nevertheless, they were all neat and tidy enough on the account of being slicked back altogether. Nevertheless, the brown stallion’s eyes were azure, matching the majority of his attire already; still, there was also a white undershirt, a red necktie, and a brown belt with a goldenrod buckle.

“On a final note, let me make this clear to everyone in this boardroom about what’s going to be happening starting Monday…” he’d said, calm on the outside but thinking thoroughly ahead as far as all of his own listeners were concerned so to speak of, “considering what we’ve discussed earlier, it’s apparent enough as such that Barnyard Bargains must set a proper example now on. Considering the lawsuits against our subsidiary company, Flim–Flam Franchises, we’ve decided to cease all business operations; even though this was unexpected, they’ve gotten word from their own litigious opponents from the Springwheel Foundation: they’re demand that if their products aren’t taken off the market soon, their CEO will have them taken straight to court. Usually, the lawsuits themselves are a fact of life in this day and age when it comes to certain disagreements in and out of things; however, considering the startling developments dating back to the wintertime prior to last, the risk itself is too much to consider: after all, this isn’t about net profits and/or loss but rather the state of commonsensical decency and dignity regarding others. Likewise on a similar note, we’d came across one of the employees possessing some obscene material found within foodstuff; even though we have no reason to press charges whatsoever, he has been let go as punishment for violating our code of conduct: as a family–owned company, we have a responsibility to individuals in and out of Equestria to maintain family–friendliness. As such, let me remind you that while we have no interest into prying about the others’ private lives, the public sphere’s different: when employees show up for work, they’re expected to be professional both inside and out of Barnyard Bargains like every job; the possession of such materials, be if a single picture or a collection of magazines, undermine the basics of business. Reasonably enough, it’s safe to say that their will be some certain changes to be made regarding out policies, moving forward: starting on Monday morning, we will be running inspections once a month to insure that our employees are in compliance; any items as described in their possession will be confiscated and disposed of as well as result in termination of employment.”

“Too bad about that Cameron bro: he was always into that freaky–deaky stuff but I’d never imagined him to be like this; of course, he did brought this on himself all the same, especially considering what he’d be posting online on the forums…” boomed another stallion, rosy, bulging, balding, brown eyed, and donning emerald splashed three–piece suit with a white shirt.

This didn’t even faze the standing speaker in any shape or form whatsoever as far as he was still concerned all the very while; even though there was some amusement between himself and many others, the former regained his composure and said, “in any case, this meeting is over as of yet: if you have any questions, please send me an e–mail as soon as possible, no later than tomorrow.”

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also begun in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. A small screen had resided about in an orderly fashion against the darkness before the enemy red dawn with pictures of mares and stallions along with others. Already in the throes of concupiscence moving onward, the most that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, henceforth grainy imagery. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points overall.

Before its projected state were two ponies alike in indecency and libidinous: Smudge Proof lounging about in a red chair and Silver Wing with her kneecaps onto the flooring afore himself. Glancing at the sodden prepuce with a profligate grin while quietly giggling about, the silver pegasus kneaded it around playfully like a joystick, bringing the white unicorn some pleasure. Before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out of the mouth, slowly sliding it around as its salivation made contact, causing him to grit his teeth thanks to the former as he hardened up. Somewhat helplessly, all that Smudge Proof could do was rest one of his hands onto Silver Wing’s jet black mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she’d been making.

With the tongue licking the white unicorn’s shaft before slowly forwarding about, he’d whispered quietly in the silver pegasus’ ear, “good girl… just like that.”

Even though that she was moaning in a sultry tone somehow, she could tell that he was aroused by the stimulating syphoning from his moistened yard inside the former’s deep throat; even so, the latter spread his gaskins a bit further to give out more room to lick around. Smudge Proof could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Silver Wing around his prepuce as his hands held onto to her bound wings; in no time, she’d driveled on it for some significance time ‘til her mouth was now finished sipping up its extract.

“Oh, master… what a glorious cock you have…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, cleaning away the residue remaining before finding the time and effort to look up to the amorous white unicorn soon enough, “it’s a miracle that your seed has been able to fill me with another foal that will be ours soon enough…”

“And just in time before our next party this year: it’s safe to say that going up north would be much more preferable for our location and not just for the climate unlike New Horseleans, Winger…” he’d chuckled freely as the sight and sounds of subjects like and unlike themselves played onward to their collective content.

She couldn’t resist laughing, albeit lightly as she’d stood up and presented her flanks gently, “agreed: much like Trottingham, we’ll have Whinnyapolis to ourselves for the taking; plenty of guests will have all the time to their hearts’ content, playing a part in making our dear customers more than happy by Hearts and Hooves Day, along with their performances, much like before…”

“Of course, we’ll still worry about the princesses and Springwheel all the same though: we’d stayed out of Twilight’s way for the time being ever since yet the old hack Goodfellow’s still sore…” Smudge Proof yawned as he felt Silver Wing’s fundament clenching his shaft, “I’ve gotten word recently that he’d threatened to bury the brothers’ business underground no less…”

“I know and that’s a crying shame: the pills that they’ve been both making were doing so well with making a bunch of ponies happy as well as a few others; if only there was some way to make him forget about all this nonsense he’s been mucking up and get over it all, dear master…” the silver pegasus had stifled instantaneously a moan from her own lips.

The white unicorn rolled his ocular nerves and replied simply, “maybe, but for now, let’s just finish the job; we’re just about ready to witness interspecies intercourse: that pony’s sure lucky to be having a yak being rutted by his meaty horsecock…”

“I know…” she’d grunted while feeling his yard firmly lodged deeply inside of her very croup, “it gets me so hot and horny…”

Smudge Proof grasped Silver Wing tightly around her front abdomen, one hand groping one side of the bared cleavage whilst the other covered the bulging navel as their eyes faced Sandbar and Yona onscreen. Feeling the white unicorn’s fingertips now circling around the nubbins and umbilicus, the silver pegasus moved slowly yet started to gain some momentum as he’d cuddled her around tightly about no less. As she did so, cerebrations of exploring her own sheath became corporeality as her hands slid further downward, loving every minute of his prepuce inside her flanks each time they were watching them. Both of the viewers could easily tell how romantic it was as they still held onto one another in a touching grip with sweat pouring through each other and saliva trading spaces with their owners’ tongues too. Silver Wing now salivated at the sight of the shamrock stallion latching onto the chocolaty yak’s bosoms with his tongue, their own eyes already overwhelmed by their collective concupiscence so to speak of. Smudge Proof pushed himself further and further into the folds of his target’s skin, undeterred by the resistance presented yet rather inspired to continue hearing the mews and groans up in front of him at once. Drooling about, the silver pegasus, now comfortably numbed to the white unicorn’s increasing activities after succumbing to the solitary yet unifying concupiscence, gave out an enormous moan straightaway.

“My little cumslut…” he’d groaned happily as the two viewers finally relented, panting for air to regain strength reserved for watching the rest of the cinematic compilation to its conclusion.

Too lethargic to break away from the organic appendage, she’d mewed about only lustfully, “thank you, master…”

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. In a similar note, there was a hot and heavy atmosphere no different from the confines of a time long ago in an environment faraway and nearby no less.

“Ahh…” a sultry moan escaped into the air, “mm…”

Amongst the steamy camouflage were two redheaded mares, Apple Bloom and Twist both alike in fair dignity; even though they’d been freed from their own respective collars, there had also utter certainty they were both in the altogether based on their stances; the former was standing straight upwardly whereas the latter kneeling nearby with a muzzle towards the whispering eye.

“Wow, look at them go, Silvy: even watching her going at it is making me soft and wet…!” another voice was heard nearby themselves, belonging to neither one; not even the yellow occupant’s panting maw was accepted as a clue.

The beige counterpart didn’t care as she soon stopped to puncture her friend’s fundament freely, bringing out some more pleasure even as the former’s tongue refused to leave the latter’s sheath. Soon, Apple Bloom had felt salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the sensation of Twist’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, no doubt the work of the latter. In the meantime, the beige redhead stretched the yellow counterpart’s very flanks wider before forwarding back inside the latter, causing the former to give out a loud moan amidst the struggle. Apple Bloom started gurgling about at the mere presence of Twist’s tongue planted inside already, poking in and out of the former’s fork as it’d made contact with its very intricate folds. Slurping and licking furiously within the yellow redhead’s saturated whispering eye, the beige correspondent treated it as dessert, an appetizing happy meal she’d enjoyed along with its owner.

It wasn’t long until Twist’s cloudy and bespectacled visage came across another achromatic compound following Apple Bloom’s moaning; this brought a smile to the former’s face as both mares were now standing up to each other’s face before speaking, “how wath that, Apple Bloom; do I thtill got it…”

“Mm–hmm…” the yellow redhead mewed passionately with a light nod so to speak of, “let’s make out…”

The beige counterpart heeded such a request; both eyes now accented by blushing considering their face–to–face distance and their shared desires. As the twosome finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one, growing more eager enough to let their tongues finally slip on out. In little time whatsoever, they surrendered themselves to the ecstatic exploration, neither mare relenting to taste each other despite growing warmth. As the two continue for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied, they’d begun to embrace one another without any sign of hesitation whatsoever. Trading kisses with reckless abandonment, the mares then exhaled dioxide from their very own nostrils, breathing in and out of the ardent airspace. It was only then when Twist had started breaking away from Apple Bloom’s muzzle, catching the latter off–guard despite the gentle tenderness.

“You really like it, don’t you: having uth kith each other dethpite the thtallionth at our thide…?” the beige redhead heaved in her yellow friend’s face.

Apple Bloom was still at a loss of words yet found the time to nod once more, uncaring of Twist’s playful interrogation at the former spoke, “what about ya…? Ya still couldn’t get over the fact ya couldn’t wait until we were grown and sexy since we’d reached puberty, at least until we’d made it past that…”

“Girls, can we at least grow up already and enjoy this night out back in Ponyville…” another feminine voice made its way through the hot water vapors; like the one before, neither redhead claimed ownership, already knowing its identity: Silver Spoon snapping up the scene, “it’s only going to be a few more hours until the spa closes for tonight; besides, we’ll be gone by then…”

“Yeah and besides, the least we can do is take solace in the fact that you gals can please each other and your stallions like you’ve been doing since Rosemound no less, especially considering you’d brought Babs along for the ride to New Horseleans this time…” Diamond Tiara added on, appearing from the mist alongside the young gray mare as they sat in the water clothed in towels.

Turning back to face them, the beige mare purred at them playfully, “obviouthly… even I wath thurprithed by the notion of letting Thnipth take my flankhole while Babthie watched; after all, I’d thought the wath gonna flip out had I thuggethted…”

“Yeah, yeah… we know…” the yellow mare tittered about without a care whatsoever, “Ah still can’t help mahself but to wonder what happened to the painting that was in the museum months ago: some stallion ups and destroys before escaping afterwards in some green portal from his machine; what’s all that about, some kinda scientific breakthrough…?”

“I don’t know but this looks more like something that a certain someone would do; not much of a surprise whatsoever overall considering what he’s capable of so far…” the pink pony had spoken without so much as a care for the whole wide world.

Apple Bloom looked around to find nothing as she’d replied, “please, it’s probably nothing to be worried about; after all, I’m sure he has better things instead…”

“It ith tho nice that we bathically have the thpa to ourthelveth for a while no leth: it may not be New Hortheleanth but at leatht I’ll take tholace in my friendth being right bethide each other…” Twist sighed before sinking into the blue alongside, both redheads now content to be in the good company of both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon in much too different yet watery environment.

Alone, their passions heated the liquids even as they were being cleaned; together, they were all calmed amidst the misty and stagnant atmosphere.