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Pretty Sakuradite Interpolation
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Triangular Prismatine Sensualities

Pretty Sakuradite Interpolation

Author's Note

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

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Smudge Proof and Silver Wing, belong to Smudge Proof while Crimson Sky's probably owned by Astringe; in addition, guess the callback and you'll get a sneak peak of the new fanfic coming your way soon enough.

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

Pretty Sakuradite Interpolation

If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it would be the many things that were keeping things on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the rather big blue sky had remained cleared enough to see the golden sun already shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying on. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence to the point of being uniform. Even the dirt road that guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is worth crossing did little to make a difference. In the background, a valley and ridge of mountains raged with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the burning star hovered overhead. The town bustled about with an utter abundance of lifeforms from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing all coexisting within.

Out of many buildings in this rather quiet place, there was one that had stood out amongst others: a spiral building in the middle of it all the land and water adjacent to them, its sweet blue flag fluttering against the wind above the brown tiles. To say it’d resembled a certain foodstuff was but an understatement: its frosted chocolate roofing was topped off with its towering cupola having bore the shape of a hot pink cupcake with its three small purple lampposts all lit up as candles. With it being said, it was still inedible due to its residential purpose; as a matter of fact, two objects had stood onto the rooftop’s ends: a purple chimney with some smoke climbing upwardly and a nest made up of straw beneath a lone flower. The sturdy walls where the windows remained adorned had been clothed in a uniform species of platinum accented by the wood and glass plastered in many different shades of pink imaginable, thanks to sunlight sparkling about as of this time. What had made it very special were the two stripey pillars colored in a pattern of pink and white as they were standing nearby a purple egress with a small stairwell sharing the very same color with a flowerbed and mailbox too.

Of the many finite areas in the very structure in question, there were only several windowsills lit up within the burning daylight, serving as proof at how the town alone had been up and running. The very ligneous but gilded ceiling in its entirety had but a simple chandelier complete with its own lights shining brightly as they were illuminating much of the entire area from top to bottom. There were a variety of pastries and candies up on display, much of them covered up inside the glass cases either in close range or a shelf behind the countertops for the most typical observers. Two flights of chocolatey stairs directed upwardly to the adjacent floor, possessing railings on both sides to provide safe passage for any lifeform traversing to and from there interchangeably. Resting near the ingress was a set of greenish carpeting that had their fair share of differences: one was a large circular rug with its vague swirl; the other, small quadrangles with two colors. All that remained to support the very room were a series of pillars far too reminiscent of the ones outside save for the darker color scheme and styling as they held up ceiling even at the corners.

Sitting at the table were two tenants: a pony and a dragon; they were the few out of the small sea of individuals walking in and out of the place. Both of them possessed such commonalities between themselves: some coldly colored eyes, pink tresses, and pinker coating all the very while. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, their collective appearance alone was a nonissue for the others in attendance no less.

On the other hand, they still had some significant differences between one another, especially at the first glance from another perspective so to speak. For starters, one was a tall pink mare wearing inflated sprinkled tresses whereas the other was a shorter amaranth dragon with cornflower horns thru. Secondly, the former’s orbs of light cerulean were all cascading about whereas the latter donned a moderate turquoise clean from its dark themselves. Third of all, the pink pony wore a blue blouse and yellow skirt with its suspenders held in place; for the amaranth dragon, a black shirt and blue shorts.

“You two must have been taken in by the heroics of our friends: I know that Spike has been a real great dragon ever since he and Twilight first came here; sorry that he’s not available anyway, Mina…” the former had said to the latter all of the sudden without any kind of hesitation whatsoever so to speak of.

The titular tenant wasted no time at all in replying to the pink pony almost immediately no less, “it’s okay, Pinkie: I’d never imagined he’d be heading off to the Crystal Empire so soon; had any of us known in advance, we would’ve came to visit their anyway. To tell you the truth, it’s been a long time since we’d traveled together, let alone to another timezone: I still remember the day we’d first met in Coltingsville, a hot and sunny day compared to my home alone. Somehow, I’d never imagined I’d see him again, much less share a hotel room in the same place; the story alone almost feels derivative to a fault, especially considering how everyone had their own adventures.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure that Fillydelphia is full of adventure; besides, Applejack’s grandma was from there when she was young…” the eponymous listener said to amaranth dragon rather instantaneously, watching as there were a small line of customers forming, “apparently, as far as she was concerned back then about overcrowding and industrialization about a century ago.”

Although the line adjacent to them was growing long, there was no sign of hostility amongst the individuals in the very least; as far as the pink pony could see clearly, a package was set upfront. Betwixt the derivative dimension of the thin cardboard were copious amounts of substances and scents to and fro, a clue as to what was inside of there based on what many of them could tell. Calm on the outside yet thinking all throughout the time, the tabletop twosome’s shared visage had remained straight as the colorfully chilled confectioneries were enough of a theme no less.

“Come to think of it, how is she…?” Mina asked.

Bemused all of the sudden, Pinkie answered straightaway, “oh, Granny Smith – to be honest, she’s seen better days: from what Applejack told me last year, she’d been talking about some stuff about time moving too fast or something; if anything, then the big question should’ve been whatever happened to the saying ‘time waits for no one’?”

“Apparently, urbanization has been taking a bite out of the clock for the lack of a better word, Pinkie, at least that’s how I see it…” the amaranth dragon elaborated, looking at the window nearby themselves to find a few birds soaring about without a care at all, “to be honest, Dragon Town used to be a small series of houses made of rocks and whatnot as far as I remember…”

“Speaking of which, my family happen to be a bunch of rock farmers: the gemstones they find end up being sold away to other ponies; that’s how they’ve been able to stay afloat ever since they’d settled in Rockville…” the pink pony prattled onward as she’d joined Mina in looking at the stray pedestrians entering and exiting their shared viewpoints altogether so to speak of.

The amaranth dragon had taken a deep breath and replied to Pinkie all the very same, “nopony in Fillydelphia would ever let us get ahold of even a measly clam, much less an oyster; they’re still some hardliners in the city who haven’t moved past their prejudices in regards to our kind: even without having to worry about solitary sleepers, everything is just the same to them…”

“Tell me about it: aside from Spike, the first dragon we’ve faced off together was this close to enveloping us all in darkness…” the pink pony palavered, pulling out a photograph from within her tresses as she’d showed it to Mina gently with care no less, “I don’t mean to be rude to you, if at all, but it’s most likely that he didn’t mean any harm all the same from what we’d learned.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a surprise: most dragons do happen to sleep long; the ones from Fillydelphia like myself aren’t…” the amaranth dragon replied as she’d stared at its contents altogether: an enormous red–hot counterpart resting in the shadows with eyes of yellow matching the underbelly and tickled pink spikes running down back from the head altogether.

As Mina compared and contrasted between herself and the pictured figure, Pinkie had replied, “you’ll never believe the fact that he’d ended up helping us save Equestria, perhaps the world; the first time we’d met, he’d thrown me and four of our friends downward without any damage: any more pounds per square inch and we would’ve been goners for sure, I tell you what…”

“Speaking of which, I couldn’t get over the fact the ponies from Fillydelphia would accuse us of revolting when the snow fell…” the amaranth dragon said plainly as her turquoise eyes escaped from her red–hot correspondent’s frozen orbs instantly at once, “what was that all about, some deep seated fears rising to the surface like a bloated whale or something…?”

“It’s probably best not to think about it too much…” the pink pony said simply as a brief ring was heard already.

The source of the sound in question was enough for both Mina and Pinkie to turn their heads towards the individual behind the wooden counter. Another mare of a redder shade had bravely faced the line of customers upfront of her, currently possessing a coat reminiscent of a brilliant rosebud. The ringer’s tresses were but a pale clash of opalescence and raspberries all vying for dominance underneath her snow–white cap even as it was tied. Moreover, the rosy mare’s attire was darker yet colorful compared to the onlooking duo: a cobalt blouse with amber undershirt and vermilion skirt. Another commonality in which the ringer shared with them were the cold eyes: though they were a moderately cyan, they were much like the foods.

It didn’t take much for the rosy mare to speak aloud to the customer in front of her at once, “here you go: four baker’s dozen of red velvet cupcakes; that’ll be sixty–four bits, sir…”

“Thanks, little girl…” said a youthful white pegasus with cherry red tresses twisting afore the face, wearing a hierophant green overcoat with goldenrod accents closed up with matching pants held together and earrings shaped like cherries while staring at her with bright brown eyes, “the school reunion will certainly benefit from this choice of flavor from the likes of me…”

“I can pretty much see this as a callback to something unrelated sometime ago: maybe a reference we’d hadn’t been aware of but that’s neither here nor there; anyways, my employer, Cup Cake, had been teaching her for at least a decade…” the pink pony commentated on the customer receiving four small beige boxes to carry after leaving behind a stack of gilded coinage.

The amaranth dragon had the finite space of her entire eyes widened in confusion as she’d then asked Pinkie within a matter of seconds, “you mean Twirly Treats, right…?”

“Who else but her…?” the pink pony said as they’d watched the bright customer head out to the door with the small stack of foodstuff in his possession, “to tell you the truth, I haven’t seen her that much since I’d grown up to be a full–grown mare; as a matter of fact, she reminds me of that other pony, Star Dreams: she used to have a sleepover at Sweet Apple Acres a decade ago…”

“Sounds like to me you know a lot of ponies, young and old…” Mina replied to Pinkie as the past ringer left the line of others and their collective line of eyesight almost immediately so to speak.

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

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

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

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very city, there was but an octet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; still, there were some significant differences all of them had, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least: for starters, half of them were stallions. Speaking of which, the first of the stallions was a freckled yellowish pony with eyes like rubies accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from the celadon visor worn over the emerald tresses, he wore a dark red shirt and some orange jeans with a belt buckle in the shape of a gilded apple holding them up firmly and neatly so to speak. Standing next to the warmly clothed peer was another gilded stallion also wearing emerald splashed tresses, albeit shorter and matching his eyes: regarding his attire, they’d consisted of a predominantly black shirt with some orange shoulders as well as a pair of red pants with slightly less pockets than the former even considered. Trailing behind them was yet another stallion with green tresses, except with a light cyan coating: unlike the leading pair, his attire was light and cooler, consisting of a blue turtleneck and some purple jeans; like the twosome afore himself, he, too, was hopeful to a lesser extent despite showing some signs of greater unease overall. Breaking the pattern itself was a pale pink pony lacking in masculine traits yet her tresses had possessed every single color of the rainbow except for the ones preceding: her attire was fitting for the environment, consisting of a sky blue shirt and purple shorts held up by suspenders; in addition, the owner’s eyes were like turquoise. Nearby her was another mare, this time with a lightly metallic coating over herself like the gilded traveler except more silvery: like her colorful counterpart, she’d possessed multicolored tresses except more minimalistic, bearing purple, green, and gold, the last of which matching her eyes; her textiles were a white tee and skirt combo. Abaft of the two mares was but a pegasus whom was coated in a fruity tangelo scheme with eyes of cornflower and tresses reminiscent of that belonging to the pink pony in question; anyways, the attire was simplistic yet whimsical despite the subtlety: a spotted blouse of purple and red, a taupe skirt, and an emerald splashed scarf too. Right at the tail end was another lightly coated stallion, tanned with blue tresses matching both eyes: like the jaded peer upfront of him, his attire also consisted of a stripy shirt, albeit vertical and monochromatic so to speak of; also, he’d worn some beige pants that were able to reach down to being inches away from his own hooves. Lastly, but not least, was an arctic blue pegasus standing by with eyes of heliotrope overlaid by a pair of jet–black eyeglasses: much like the rest, the tresses were green, except they were more out of place, despite being tied back no less; anyway, a white blouse with red outlines and shorts matched the bespectacled gaze were all worn.

One hanger–on at the very end was quick to heave, “hah, I’m glad to be out of the house today: Stratusburg has been getting too crowded for me; to be honest, this isn’t the first time I’d spent my first weekend of summer vacation at a water park…”

“Me too: it’s been a long time since I’d gone there recently; to think that we’d been invite to another summer party there, let alone at New Horseleans…” the gilded stallion had replied confidently as he was one of the many facing the looking glass upfront of themselves straightaway, “come to think of it, I kind of think it’s a case of déjà vu or something like that…”

“I know what you mean, Apple Bud: in all fairness, this may as well be the first time I’d visited this city; if anything, I’d remembered coming to Vanhoover last year with the others, like Pip…” the fruity flier sighed softly as the very air around themselves had been already filled up to the brim with such breezes from blue skies to forever as green grass blew in the wind dancing freely.

The pale pink pony peeped proudly, presented with plants in many placements and formations plain for them to see, “sounds like to me you’re getting tired of the whole partygoer thing anyway; you’re not alone: Coconut Cream and I have been contemplating taking a break from the whole thing. First Rosemound, next Vanhoover, then Trottingham, and now here: it seems the rainbow hair thing, or a facsimile thereof, might as well be our season pass to his invitations so to speak of; still, I remember that we’d first met Mona last year in Vanhoover and that was because of the invite Sandbar gave her.”

“I know, right…?” the cyan stallion asked as they were still trotting onwards towards the entrance alongside them, “besides, I figure the least we can do for her was make things more comfortable anyway; after all, the sting of betrayal hurts more from someone you think you know and trust compared to the likes of a potentially dangerous stranger, Toola–Roola…”

“Agreed; let’s just all have a nice soak there anyway: besides, this is probably our first time being here together, just much like yours, Tiny Topaz…” the silver mare had exclaimed before the doors had slid open before themselves at once.

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

It didn’t take long for any of them to come across one of its lonely tenants out of possibly many: a silver pegasus was bearing jet black tresses and freckles accenting such luscious eyes of green; in addition, both an ample bosom and voluptuous curves hid underneath a snow white housecoat.

Considering the sight of the buxom individual, the stallions whom had arrived at once were now overwhelmed with lust: out of the half whose visages had become tickled pink, one of them was salivating and the other struggled to avert eyes; however, the mares were unaffected, almost sharing a sensation of annoyance at the fact their male peers acted out.

Unperturbed by the majority of entrants gazing about, the silver pegasus cooed at them, “well, hello there, my little ponies: we’ve been expecting you once again; after all, I’ve noticed that some of you have been able to attend my master’s party long ago…”

“Morning, Silver Wing…!” the octet’s female half had greeted the aforementioned observer rather simultaneously, “how are you today…?”

“Great like before, though I wish I could say the same thing about the painting: we were able to commission it about a year ago and have it sent to the museum; unfortunately, someone took the liberty of destroying it earlier this year no less…” the silver pegasus replied softly, rubbing the stomach gently as she’d looked down at the white fabric still clothing her very body.

The air of concupiscence between the stallions dissipated, leaving them alone to regain their composure right away; of them, the stripy stranded stallion said to Silver Wing, “that’s too bad, I wish I could’ve seen it back then; do you have any idea who would want to do such a thing anyway…?”

“That’s for Winger and I to know only: after all, I took the initiative to have it delivered anyway; besides, there’s no need for alarm…” another voice had interjected immediately, catching the nonet off–guard with a firm yet gentle tone so to speak of, “in the old days, the destruction of artwork was an unspeakable crime in its own right; thankfully, replication is a must no less…”

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

“It’s okay, Mr. Proof… we’d both gotten a feeling that you’d be appearing soon enough…” the pale pink pony said immediately so to speak of.

The titular tenant tittered, “consider this feeling mutual; after all, we’re glad you’d all came here today before the party could begin and with some friends too, just like before…”

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 colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes 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 couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least several stallions present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows varying in their choice of textiles as well as those lacking alongside themselves; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being amidst air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Of them, one was a tall orange lightweight with tresses of purple mountains’ majesties slicked back matching his eyes, wearing some red board shorts covering up much of his waistline; needless to say, tremors were going in and out of his limber yet muscular frame as he was staring at himself in the condensated mirror, sweating about profusely as a result of the heat around him. Another was an overweight cobalt unicorn with tresses in solid orange wearing a light gray scheme so to speak of no less: considering the look within his onyx orbs, even he could see the difference between himself and the others, especially the first; however, the lack of negatively from the others proved to be more–or–less unnecessary as far as he was currently concerned. Residing at the corner of the room was another silver pegasus except with a set of long ginger locks found making its very way to the nape of the neck and an athletic form, bearing luxurious circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside reeking of unease; unlike his peers whom donned swimwear, he wore a white towel around his waistline instead, leaving a slit nearby his gaskin. Stepping out of the cloud of moisture was another unicorn, albeit a chocolate one in a lighter coating with domed tresses of azure as they were all sticking out due to the achromatic liquids pulling it down; compared to the trio themselves, he was in the altogether, clad in both air and water as his flanks were bearing a triumvirate of honeycombs brimming with gold experience.

“Ah, that was refreshing…” the wet one was quick to say at once, opening his mulberries from within the darkness opposite of both eyelids, “it almost feels like the first time overall: new city, new faces, same old experiences; what’s going on anyway…?”

“It’s probably nothing to worry about; I’m just glad to be here again after all these years: Babsie and I hadn’t been able to have this much kind of fun since Rosemound, especially since my friends went onto see Vanhoover together…” the cobalt unicorn had said cheerfully within his adenoidal pronunciation so to speak of, calm yet uncollected.

The fruity inhabitant was gathering the water into his hands from the faucet above them at once, all ready steady like a jet set radio futurist before quipping, “better enjoy it while you can: it’s been at least eighteen months since we were invited to the same party, Snips; even your friends, Snails and Twist should know that as Apple Bloom and I do…”

“To be young and in love; this was I envy in the youth today, especially thanks to the Princesses’ Progress…” the winged ginger had soon chimed in quickly, catching the rest of them off–guard, “at least it’ll beat weather control for the time being; I haven’t felt more relieved to get off of work since before getting the job: I’m already settling down with a cute mare soon enough…”

“Tulip and I are going to be tying the knot soon after all is said and done: considering how infrequent the whole affair is becoming for us, the least we can do is focus our time thinking about our future together; what do you think, Crimson…?” the chocolate unicorn had asked the titular tenant, both raising an eyebrow almost instantaneously in the meantime no less.

The athletic pegasus had immediately replied in kind already, quickly catching his darker correspondent by surprise so to speak of, “I say go for it: considering this may as well be a long time before we meet each other in the locker room again, there’s no need to get in the way of that…”

“I didn’t know you were that interested in our own love lives, let alone willing to give out advice at a time like this, Crimson…” the chocolate unicorn replied to the eponymous ginger within an instant, looking upon the latter incredulously with but intrigue, “last time, I’d checked, you were reclusive enough to not bring up such things; now, you’re just going to same parties just like us. If anything, you may have been this close to being at Rosemound yourself with that hair of yours; I know that a bunch of friends from Ponyville had come to that very first party that winter before last: Skeedaddle and Kettle Corn had their first appearance there and been attending almost ever since…”

“You don’t need to remind me of who went to where; as far as I see it, unless I’m invited, then I don’t see any reason why anyone should pry into the love lives of others, barring my statement…” the athletic pegasus had spoken only lightly, feeling his own integumentary system off of endwise on both sides now so to speak.

Almost immediately, the foursome were greeted by yet another unicorn, metallic like the others in attendance but more in tune with the golden sun above themselves. Like the wet peer earlier, his tresses were cold yet warm and unkempt: a rather moderate shade of emerald splash flowed out roughly with kinks and curls prevailing. Unlike the chocolatey correspondent, the gilded unicorn had wore beady pupils with its shades of fuchsia and midnight clashing together in the darkness before dawn. In regards to the utter lack of attire, he was dry, already showing off his lankier form along with the tumescent prepuce aimed out at the open air they were breathing. Shown upon the gilded unicorn’s flanks was more organic yet simplistic illustration: it was but only a frowning gastropod, already hot pink with its royal purple shell.

The dry traveler alone had gasped instantaneously, “oh, what a relief it is…”

“Talk about thrice upon a time…” Snips said after looking away from his gilded correspondent almost immediately, “is this going to be some running gag every time we’re in the locker room together…?”

“Calm down, Snips, we all have marefriends of our own to see today, much like the lot of us; besides, I hadn’t seen or heard from Snails either since last year…” the orange stallion replied in a mild–mannered minor annoyance as he’d begun to face the door adjacent to one the wet inhabitant stepped out of.

The cobalt unicorn wasted no time in responding at once, “of course not, I’ve not been to Smudge Proof’s party in a long time since Rosemound if at all…”

“I know a bunch of ponies who haven’t been anywhere since Rosemound so far, if at all; matter of fact, Vanhoover was my first…” Crimson had confronted his grounded counterpart with restraint, stepping out of the red corner immediately with little warning, “of course, even you of all ponies should remember that since you and Snails came there while I’d met him altogether. Still, I make it a policy not to make a big deal out of it, especially considering how many had their adventures thanks to him; after all, I’d never considered the probability of what party I’d be attending, let alone who I’d end up meeting in Vanhoover: Lemon Scratch had the same or, rather, similar feelings as I was but I’d no intention of blaming her or the others whom shown up. Personally, I never made it a big deal to anyone whom had jumped at the opportunity to come to the parties Smudge Proof hosted; not only that, even meeting other ponies was enough to get me out of my shell, especially considering how young they were: seeing the Cutie Mark Crusaders there was a big surprise for me because I’d never considering the notion of them all being here. So in summary, have fun…”

“In any case, I’ll just be meeting you all outside as such, like our marefriends are, like before…” the fruity inhabitant had talked tersely.

The chocolate unicorn stammered about before joining up with the orange compeer straightaway so to speak of, “same here: she might be at the teashop they also have within the waterpark itself by the time we go inside; a light dinner isn’t enough to satiate the anticipation like before but I’m pretty sure you’d all know that too well…”

“Know what: that swimming after eating is not a bad idea…?” the gilded unicorn still standing straight up had soon slowly spoke softly before sliding a bit no less, “I’m not very good at remember things too much, besides buckball season…”

“That’s alright, Snails; it’s no pressure anyway: I’m just gonna see Lemon soon like everypony else…” the athletic pegasus said back to the dry traveler without a care in the world, taking both cold blue eyes right off of Snips almost immediately.

Snails giggled amorously as all three of his peers were now walking out of the same door already, “good luck with miss Lemon, Crimson; take it easy with her…”

“Yeah, why not…?” the aforementioned flier muttered as he was finally left to his own devices, all on his lonesome to do whatever he would’ve wished for, “I say that I feel like it’s all arbitrary to a fault, or so it seems: last year, it didn’t take much for me to worry about who’s sleeping with whom, if at all; now, it’s all derivative mind–numbing garbage. I’m not saying this to be a jerk though I do tend to wonder how many more times am I going to see those ponies here and there: two unicorns, a Crusader, and everyone else I’d met up in Vanhoover the year before; not only that, I’d seen a griffin there too but no one else in particular so to speak of. I may be older than them but I’d expected to see so much more from the generation that had been taught so much by the likes of the Princesses themselves, especially Celestia herself; perhaps there’s still some more individuals we’ve yet to know of personally or as a culture altogether no less. Either way, now’s not the time to be spent dawdling about in some locker room when many of us visitors have been invited to relieve ourselves of the drudgeries which had been saddled with our ever–waking lives, like before; even the fact that my thoughts are been reformatted in some form and/or fashion is ineffable in and of itself: it all so pathetic the same no less…”

Sure enough, the athletic pegasus now started entering into another door: not much was different, save for the concentration of moisture in both stagnant and mobile states, especially considering their warmth; with that said, there was no material whatsoever which was made of some fragile yet inorganic substance. As soon as the door was closed, he’d started shedding away his towel, bearing a flaccid form and tone flanks inscribed with a dark cloud bearing amaranth bolts; almost immediately, he’d sensed the temperate environment dousing the silver coating as he was already taking note of the runny showerhead altogether. Such was the time and energy Crimson had to embrace the water making their way around him, pulled down by gravity as they started from his ginger mane to the hooves in no time; this proved to be more than pleasing to him, waiting to exhale before running both hands around them to eliminate all the dryness.

Needless to say, the athletic pegasus was quick to wash himself in solitude, no longer burdened by other ponies.

Chromium Corundum Crossover

Author's Note

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

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

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

Chromium Corundum Crossover

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

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

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

Over to the side, one lonely silver stallion was found to be sitting down next to them both onto a wooden bench with his bared integuments subjected to the moist air. A rather moderated shade of some darkly chocolate tresses were already discovered to have been making their very way into a short puffed up shape atop of his scalp. Surrounding the silver stallion’s luxurious pupils were circles of cerulean already widened with his coy smile, offset by the blushing below as he watched the mares. In regards to his utter lack of attire alone, he was already showing off his protruding corpulent appearance along with his wavering prepuce within his loose grip. Shown upon the silver stallion’s flanks was a simplistic illustration of silverware: a pair of dining utensils made of the same similar material but shimmery altogether.

“So, then… how’s the party doing it for you, Truffle; do you like what you’re seeing now: two redheads in the throes of passion up in front…?” a masculine voice had escaped into the oxygenated environment instantaneously yet it didn’t originate from the titular tenant therein, especially considering the difference between it and the squealing of the osculating duo overall.

A high yellow stallion appeared before the heavyset listener already, also in the altogether much like many of them in the area: a moderate shade of true blue was found to be flowing out in a rough shape to the point of covering up both eyes at once; in addition, the former’s middleweight form showed off a tumescent shaft wafting aimlessly and a gilded fork wrapped by a red ribbon. Near the lean pedestrian was a zebra wearing a short jet–black dress with white frills and gloves along with some purple ribbons: despite being more clothed than any nearby equine, its wearer’s modest bust and loins were still freshly exposed to the open air; also, a red collar was found around the neckline, a commonality shared between the redheads, despite having goldenrod eyes.

The silver stallion had turned to face the corporeal source straightaway, already firmly aware of how different they were to one another instantaneously, especially considering the fact the former had ran his yard shaft up and down with a left hand towards the duo’s direction and said, “not much bad to say about it altogether, if at all: Opal and Berry are doing way too fine as is…”

“I’ll admit it was an excellent find all the same: it’s been a long time since Minituffs had been able to see both you and Berry…” the yellow stallion had quickly replied to Truffle immediately, hearing the two redheads mews and squeals entering their own ears, “come to think of it, you’d have already known about it all the same since we’d last met a year ago no less…”

“You don’t need to remind me of what we’d done back in Vanhoover, Lemonpuffs; besides, this is our first time coming to New Horseleans and Smudge Proof didn’t disappoint: I can’t believe that there’s a body of water here of all places for a water park no less…” the silver stallion had simply sighed at the aforementioned middleweight all the same without so much as a care herein.

The yellow stallion scoffed at Truffle as the latter had struggled to stay focused onto the mares still at it with each other, “she should’ve seen the water park anyway: all the candies they had there and all the mares and stallions ready to have a free sample; I remember how many times that Minituffs had squealed when I’d put my cock into her slutty butt. I remember that swimsuit you’d gotten one of yours mare that made her look and act like a pussycat and randier as well: she couldn’t even be satisfied with your cock already into her hot sweaty twat after all that you’d done for her; even Minituffs had no problem cleaning all the cum out of it as she was still begging for more. You know I would’ve done the same had it been up to me; after all, I’d came across a certain stallion back at Trottingham: in any case, we had our fun with each other’s mares all the same, especially since she and Zula were both zebras. In any case, I think that Berry Munch would’ve had the most fun with Zula had she been invited there: she’d have done twice the amount of work to drained the both of us completely when Thunderlane and I had double–teamed her all the same, compared to here; I can still remember what it was like to compare and contrast when it’d came to giving them both some anal…”

“Speaking of which perhaps, it’d be nice to try some of thine prepuce soon now, Lemonpuffs, unless if master Truffle minds…” moaned the yellowy redhead quick on the draw, despite being overwhelmed with lasciviousness in her orange eyes, “I know for a fact that I was the invitee whom had went with him to Trottingham that winter past rather than madame Berry Munch…”

“You don’t need to remind me of what party I didn’t go to, Opal; besides, Dulce wasn’t the only pony who didn’t get to go to the candy factory, unlike the other Filly Guides in our troop: Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do, Samoa, Savannah, and Trefoil must have all made such great memories…” the eponymous mare also heaved as she’d felt her thinner counterpart’s two hands escaping as is.

As the two redheads had faced Lemonpuffs and Minituffs with slightly growing confidence, the silver stallion wasted no time speaking, “indeed; it’s a shame that my cousin Twist wasn’t invited either but I think it was all for the best anyway: word on the street is ever since Vanhoover, she and her husband, Snails, have been expecting, hence their leaf of absence…”

“I’ve heard: madame Twist had been invited to be part of a painting ever since their appearance; of course, she wasn’t alone…” the lone zebra reply as she’d began to walk over to Truffle’s side salaciously, closely watching his prepuce still yielding up, “I’d heard that Tag–A–Long and Babs were there with Smudge Proof and Silver Wing: almost all of the mares in it were pregnant…”

“That’s funny, she’d never told me about that or Snails; as a matter of fact, I don’t think I’d seen it at all so to speak of: what was it like…?” the silver stallion had asked Minituffs as his own shaft hardened up a bit from her direct presence altogether.

Resting a hand upon the yard, the lean zebra smiled before answering freely at once, “honestly, you should’ve seen it really: all those warm colors had made them all feel lifelike no less, even the white pony I was talking about; as a matter of fact, I could tell this wasn’t even the first time they’d all became mothers, let alone motherly…”

“Not everyone whom had accepted Smudge Proof’s invites started out as parents, something we know far too well, Minituffs…” Truffle had retorted, retaining focus onto the titular tenant nearby by him despite feeling her palm gently around his prepuce, “as a matter of fact, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were all new to the idea of having themselves out in the open with the others…”

“At the very least, our experiences in the adult film industry has helped us become more adapt at baring ourselves to other ponies; even now, the fact we’d both been able to see some fresh new faces since Vanhoover was more than enough of an enlightenment…” the lean zebra said to the silver stallion plain as day, her gilded eyes burning brightly as they’d still zeroed in on his blues.

It was now the yellow middleweight’s turn to jump back into the conversation already, sitting down next to Minituffs at once, “speaking of which, I hope you wouldn’t mind having a nice little threesome with us both; don’t worry about me trying to stick it into you, pardon the phrasing, Truffle: I remember you more than enough to know which ponies you like to fuck…”

Since Lemonpuffs had finally found a place on the bench at once, the lean zebra ended up down to business, glancing at his sodden shaft with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. Initially, Minituffs now used her bare hands to knead the yellow stallion’s yard around playfully like a joystick; before long, she’d gotten her own tongue slipping out the mouth much like afore. As the lean zebra was sliding around and about, all that Lemonpuffs could do was rest one of his hands on her grayscale mane, stroking and patting about based on movements she was making.

“Damn, look at this zebra go: I know that she’s been doing this since the first time Berry and I had seen them both last year…” Truffle had cerebrated as his middleweight correspondent had gritted his teeth when Minituffs now forwarded her very mouth, “good girl… just like that; she’s starting to remind me of why I’d came here in the first place, even long before Trottingham…”

The lean zebra enjoyed the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning Lemonpuffs’ yard even to the point where he’d spread his legs a bit further to give her more room to lick around. The yellow stallion could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Minituffs’ hot and heavy lips going around his prepuce afore being nestled in between her massive bosoms already. Now with Lemonpuffs’ shaft sliding throughout until its point became seen beneath the adjacent chin, the lean zebra had begun squeezing her large bust mutually on each side of it all with such mania. Minituffs started swaying them up and down concomitantly while her tongue had started to slip through and out below her lips before reaching the tip of the yellow stallion’s yard, salivating about. Lemonpuffs had started to become aroused at what the lean zebra was trying to do, only as of this time his soft moaning was the only sound being heard by his silvery counterpart in too close a range.

“Ooh, someone’s already eating me out; how kinky…!” Minituffs moaned hungrily as it wasn’t long she was into sandwiching and tongue tickling around the yellow stallion’s elongated prepuce did some wet and rough entered her from abaft: it was due to Truffle himself, having raised the hems of her dress to stick a tongue inside for the former to watch all crystal clear.

In any case, the lean zebra wasted no time in resuming to lick Lemonpuffs’ shaft anyway, this time feeling his silvery correspondent jutting into her flanks as it’d sent tingles throughout the body as he’d found himself watching them contently. Minituffs felt Truffle holding onto her fundament firmly in his grasp, his own muzzle buried inside at once running roundabout and within thoroughly even as she’d remained firmly focused directly onto his yellow counterpart’s yard anyways. Despite those very efforts altogether, the silver stallion still held onto to the lean zebra whilst stopping to lap at the adjacent flowerbed underneath her very croup too, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched back in. Even as Minituffs maintained her own concentration in regards to Lemonpuffs, she’d felt some salivation curling down from the corner of her hot heavy lips with the very sensation of Truffle’s exploration had given way to both hunger and thirst. Having said that, the lean zebra was at ease with finishing what she’d started in regards to the yellow stallion’s prepuce all the while; in the meantime, his silvery correspondent had stretched her flanks wider before forwarding his tongue back. All of this activity was threatening to cause a collapse soon as Minituffs’ loud moaning was being muffled by Lemonpuffs’ shaft, causing him to grab onto her mane rather gently whilst still mindful of Truffle’s actions all the same nonetheless. The lean zebra gurgled about as she’d lapped at the yellow stallion’s yard, feeling the dribble from his silvery counterpart’s tongue surpassed the point of wishing that she would’ve done more to support her body before all of this happened. Even with Lemonpuffs’ assistance in their fullest view, Truffle had still began to permeate all throughout Minituffs’ fundament in such a rather illustrious manner, slurping and licking within them all as she’d felt her face flushed upon eventually.

It didn’t take much for the yellow stallion to pump himself into the lean zebra’s mouth, allowing her taste buds to be satiated now: no matter what, it didn’t take much at all for her to get acquainted with the flavor and viscosity provided by the likes of him here; afterwards, she’d spoken up towards him at last, “so, how was the mouthplay; did you like it, Lemonpuffs…?”

“Who wouldn’t?” the aforementioned individual answered Minituffs whom had swallowed the contents expelled from his prepuce not long ago, “I was actually surprised that someone would go to the trouble of eating you out in the meantime; if anything, I was honestly expecting a spitroast instead…”

“You have to be kidding me: I think I’d spent myself inside of Berry and Opal earlier ago; seeing them go at it was more than enough for me so I’d felt like doing the next best thing…” the silver stallion had scoffed after quickly breaking away from the lean zebra’s croup, raising himself upwardly to face his yellow correspondent once again with a smile no less.

It wasn’t long until Minituffs did the same, blocking Truffle’s line of eyesight in an instant as she was now rubbing her own fork as its fluids were still escaping from there and onto the surface are of the wooden bench whilst moaning, “master, please be a good pony and stick your dick back into me anyway; my dirty pussy is ready to go already…!”

“Well, can’t argue with that: it’s be a long time since I’d been able to stick it in there yesterday; besides, I’d looked forward to it…” Lemonpuffs chuffed pleasingly, finally taking a knee right in front of the lean zebra straightaway as they were both now face–to–face, “watching Truffle eat you out had left my dick up and running, despite blowing my load into your hot mouth lately…”

“Glad to hear that from you all the same: I’ve been itching to have some of the old–fashioned anyway; after all, it was only a matter of time before long enough, lovely…” Minituffs had said to the yellow stallion prior to stealing a kiss from him almost immediately, driving her tongue deeply into his maw after his silver counterpart grabbed onto the leftmost bust gently no less.

It didn’t take long for the mismatched trio to get into position; after all, twosome nearby were the odd ones out when it’d came to what they were going to do now: the process self–explanatory to a fault for their eyes to see now. Sure enough, the lean zebra was stuck in between both Truffle and Lemonpuffs, both of them all bearing their shafts yet still different from one another as far as anyone can easily tell, not that either of them were concerned. As far as anyone could see themselves, Minituffs was in no position to complain; in fact, she was starting to like where this is going, at ease with the two stallions inside herself now still standing altogether with their own roles.

The lean zebra just felt more of the watery compound trickle down and out onto her gaskins after sliding faraway from them as she’d said in a sultry voice upon kneeling upwardly, “ooh, it’s so hot, I bet either of those mares of yours had considered the possibility of being interested, let alone have a turn with you two…”

Neither stallion had paid Minituffs any mind whatsoever now that they were in the redheads’ line of eyesight, focusing their shafts at both ends no less. The lean zebra was nevertheless still instantaneously overwhelmed with such euphoric bliss as they’d both began to explore her very own body here. It wasn’t long until Minituffs had felt both of her egresses convulsing about since Truffle and Lemonpuffs were filling them in with their prepuces. The lean zebra had still faced the yellow stallion whilst kissing each other, focusing their energy onto each other as the textures of a palm ran past her. The silver stallion had stepped up the momentum yet remained mindful of the two peers directly upfront, driving his very shaft into Minituffs’ flanks. Like the binary pair up in front, Truffle salivated about prior to exhalation, jutting in forward and back out as the two of them had osculated one another. Suffice to say, the sheer experience the lean zebra was enduring helped her embrace the best of both worlds from them alone, taking much time to sigh.

“Just… some more… yeah, closer…!” Minituffs had struggled to shape a stable simple sentence, soon succumbing to the sensation of such sensuality suddenly, “AHHHNNN!!”

Almost immediately, all three of them felt supersaturated with their compounds thanks to their efforts already so to speak of; closely etching themselves both out of the lean zebra, the stallions watched as the fruits of their love’s labors lost their way in: the leaking liquids landing onto the solidified surfaces of the flooring underneath their hooves served as proof nevertheless overall.

As this was going on, another lone yellow mare was found to be resting her only knees onto the waters, merely many meters away from the other redheads. Like Opal, she, too, had a set of straight red tresses making their very way throughout her back but wore a matching collar and a light pink bow onto them. Another commonality shared with themselves were their luxurious pupils of a clockwork orange already widened by coyly lustful smiling offset by freckles. Regarding this particular redhead’s lack of an attire, her similar body had showed off her petite cleavage, miniature umbilicus, and a slender sheath no less. Most importantly of all, a purple tinted apple with a heart of a lighter shade was inside a tricolor shield painted in that alongside red and pink rested therein.

Resting underneath the yellow redhead was the orange stallion from before already betwixt her gaskins as he held her tightly much to their delight, his tresses wet with both fluids and eyes lidded in a blush while also in the altogether; his wavering shaft adjacently within her line of sight along with some abandoned attire latching around the latter’s very hooves so to speak of.

“Oh, Ten–Ten… make yer wife proud again…!” she’d moaned passionately into the crisply opened air despite his efforts while holding firmly, flanks bearing a top hat with a spotlight near.

It didn’t take long for the orange stallion to heed the yellow redhead’s words, the dripping elaborate flowerbed above already planted towards his perspective being lapped at with the state they were currently in so to speak of in the very least. With the same tongue, he was jutting into her right away at once, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans rather responsively, reopening them to look onward in such contentment. The orange stallion had still held the yellow redhead firmly in his grasp with that muzzle buried inside her at once running a roundabout quickly, soon finding the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent fundament as it’d brought out more pleasure. Each time his tongue had switched right back to her croup and vice versa respectively, she’d felt salivation curling down from the corner of her hot lips with such exploration giving way to satisfaction and concupiscence as he’d stretched her. With such easiness, the yellow redhead had gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the sight of the orange stallion’s yard soon enough as the dribble escaped, surpassing the very point of wishing to have it lodged deeply into herself as it were. She’d attempted to reach down towards her supersaturated fork and started furbishing rhythmically as he was still permeating all throughout her flanks in an illustrious manner no less, slurping and licking about while mewled once again. After feeling yet another stroke of the tongue from the orange stallion, the yellow redhead found a small portion of time to quickly remove her sheath off of him and crawled away to face him at last with a libidinous smirk almost immediately as is.

He’d wasted no time meekly mewing out to her in such a mild–mannered bewilderment no less, “Apple Bloom… what’s wrong; why did you stop: did I do something wrong…?”

“As a matter of fact, not at all: ya made me come too fast, Ten–Ten; thankfully, Ah have just the kind of exercise ready fer ya…” the eponymous mare only answered back at him right away with a smirk, currently resting her fundament onto his own prepuce, “besides, we still have plenty of time t’ ourselves before the morning’s over, it’s just ya and me, Tender Taps, no one else…”

Thereon out, the titular tenant felt his freshly wet shaft now inside of her croup as the yellow redhead had felt herself being entered by him, despite his supine formation altogether no less. Surely, the movement started slow like before gaining some momentum rather steadily as the orange stallion had cuddled her with the tips of his fingers just nearing the umbilicus already. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did Apple Bloom started feeling her bosoms being affected by her peer’s right hand as the slippery surface of its pith and substance was just caught. Now, the yellow redhead cerebrated about in regards to her flowerbed still burning about with hot moisture accumulating about not long ago; of course, Tender Taps moved his right hand in. Along with the burning sensation upon their faces, she’d moaned the loudest of the two since her waist was being occupied at both ends by none other than her orange counterpart at this moment. Much momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against the yellow redhead’s flanks with growing determination, still feeling himself in her body. In a matter of moments, Tender Taps was close enough to unleash a discharge into her, the latter currently reacting to the surface of his yard as its owner had moved inwardly and out repeatedly. Sure enough, it was only a matter of time as Apple Bloom was losing control of her own body as the orange stallion clenched his eyelids, perspiring about as she’d lolled her salivated tongue out.

“OH, APPLE BLOOM…!” a strained loud moan suddenly escaped his lips as he’d bucked his hips into the yellow redhead’s fundament fast and loose.

Only then did Tender Taps relent immediately afterwards, already panting and huffing about as she’d gotten away from him with so much ease; stretching about was a small string of white liquid in between themselves before being broken away almost instantaneously in the very least.

Apple Bloom laughed sensually, finding the time to rest herself onto the water underneath her back this time, “mmm… Rosemound, Vanhoover, and now here; it’s all the same but the only place we haven’t been to is Trottingham…”

“It’s okay, Apple Bloom; I’m pretty sure there will come a day we’ll get to see the insides of the chocolate factory someday…” the orange stallion replied as he’d climbed on top of the yellow redhead amicably at once, unperturbed by her bareness, “besides, the time we’d spent in Ponyville on that Hearthswarmings half a year ago gave us plenty of time to rest up anyway…”

Since they were now already lying down among the waterfront, their eyes were still accented by blushing considering both faces maintained distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while his frigid trembling started to cease straightaway immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves to their collective concupiscence: of the twosome, she was still itching for some more loving. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When Tender Taps transferred his lips from Apple Bloom down to her neckline, he then exhaled dioxide from his muzzle, breathing down her literally. Only then when the orange stallion’s tongue started licking the yellow redhead’s shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawling around with anticipation. Once immediately, her smile grew as he quickly slid his tongue down to the bust in betwixt delivering pleasure hoped for with a silent whinny. Delighted by the sheer fact that Tender Taps started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, Apple Bloom had started letting out loud soft moans.

Their sensitive escapade went unnoticed as two additional redheaded mares were found near them, both alike in fair dignity at first as they also possessed commonalities: cold eyes, height and stature, and only collars worn around the necks; still, they had many significant differences. For starters, one of them had a beige color scheme and an elongated curly style whereas the other was coated in bronze and short but straightforward; not only that, there was also but a slight difference in facial composition between the two standing about: only the latter bore freckles. Secondly, the pasty redhead had worn some hot pink irises reeking about with lust whereas the bronze onlooker bore exuberant green containing intrigue; of them in question, the former had the largest cleavage with a thin tinted pink whilst the latter was smaller and painted thick brown. While the beige mare had a pair of peppermint sticks in the form of a heart adorning the flanks, the freckled counterpart carried some scissors with some seeds; even their collars were different from each other no less for the former had donned purple yet the latter had matched the hairstyle.

Out of the two in particular, the pasty redhead looked on with a sigh as her little brown friend looked away, “look at Apple Bloom: your couthin mutht be tho happy to be here ath we are; wouldn’t you agree, Babth…?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Twist: New Horseleans can be real hot dis time of de year, especially since it’s de start of summer…” the aforementioned mare answered back before wrapping her own arm around the lighter coated pedestrian gently so to speak of, “besides, Manhattan’s cold as shit but even I’d not mind some stopover action dere if it means not freezing my nips off…”

“Thorry about the painting by the way: I’m thure that our huthbandth mutht be very upthet about it being destroyed before Hearthwarming; I wonder who could’ve done thuch a thing and why…” the pasty redhead had peeped, turning to face her amorous bronze correspondent as they taken not of the teeming yet thin throngs of travelers like they themselves at this moment in time.

Grabbing Twist reassuringly, Babs whispered softly into the former’s ear, the latter’s muzzle at a cold distance, “does it even matter: for all we know, it’s been a long time since we’d seen dat Filly Guide and her worrywart of a coltfriend; if anything, should it make a difference to them either…?”

“Well, it ith not like we thould make a mountain out of a molehill over it if Thmudge Proof ith handling it altogether, Babthie…” the beige redhead said to the bronze counterpart all the same, both faces lighting up with the same color like their hairstyles, “after all, thith ith the firtht time we’re here together like in Rothemound; I with we could’ve theen Apple Bloom’s friendth…”

“I know…” Babs had said to Twist softly.

With little warning whatsoever, the bronze mare osculated her brighter friend; as a result, their eyes now blushed fiercely since they’d both surrendered themselves to their lusts. Although Twist was still trembling about as is, her apprehension had become further affected by Babs’ enthusiasm with both tongues also slipping out in ecstasy, much like many. Out of the two whom had collapsed onto the moist flooring, the bronze mare was pushing herself up against her brighter friend’s flowerbed, still tongue–tied during their embrace. Adding to their wet and wild state was the salivation growing all throughout their muzzles as soon as they’d broken away from one another once again instantaneously no less. Sure enough, Babs had started grabbing onto Twist’s bosoms for some support gently so to speak of, making the latter cough out a wet and messy but contented moan in the process.

The beige redhead had strained herself out to her bronze correspondent whom had stopped herself rather gently no less, “hah, I haven’t felt thith way thince Apple Bloom and I had kithed and made up all the way back in Rothemound over a year ago, Babthie; either way, I’m kind of glad that you and Thnipth had decided to accompany uth to New Hortheleanth today…”

“It’s noding: it’s been a long time since we’d gone somewhere togeder, besides for a painting but you know de story well enough…” Babs had held herself up onto Twist’s bust gently with both hands and huffed happily, taking advantage of the latter’s weight, “Snips has been a little nervous about letting some oder mare eating me out after Silver Wing had kept me company…”

“Opal wasn’t much of a thurprise to me, other than being a lot like Apple Bloom ath far ath I’d remembered anyway, Babthie; after all, we’re not the only oneth who like thomepony performing oral on uth, ethpecially conthidering why we’re here…” the beige redhead tittered about as her bronze counterpart lowered herself to the former’s rough and ready cleavage as is.

It didn’t take much for Twist to squeal slightly as Babs started to latched onto the endings of the former’s bosoms with a tongue, prompting the latter to speak, “mm, your milk must taste sweet; at the very least, it might explain why Snails likes you so much: marehood and motherhood has been paying off for you so far…”

Aroused by the sedentary beige redhead, her bronze correspondent had released pressure grip off of the former at once; still, they had the means, motive, and opportunity. Babs had bent forward face first right back in Twist’s bust and started to fondle them both slowly with the same tongue, making the latter moan slightly from first contact. Soon, the beige redhead had felt herself hardened as her little brown friend started suckling onto the figure, leaving behind ribbons of saliva upon the former’s cleavage. Twist’s moaning then intensified when Babs’ teeth had begun gently chewing over the very ords, causing the former to run a hand over latter’s shorter mane in the process. Even though that both of their luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean it’d be time for either mare to let themselves laze about yet even as the morning was ongoing. As a result of the bronze redhead’s unyielding efforts, the oxygenated air respired in and out of her brighter friend at various speeds and concentrations so responsively. While Babs was being accompanied by the lone legatos of Twist’s emissions, the former gotten herself a taste of the same contents from earlier at once already no less. Of course, the beige redhead had smiled about as her little brown friend drank away the fluids provided for the latter, unperturbed from the unsurprising results overall.

“I gueth you muth have enjoyed it all, Babthie: after all, you did thay I wath a good mother, what with how thweet it’d been…” Twist had cooed after feeling Babs breaking away from the former’s bosoms, slowly becoming overwhelmed with such lust, “thpeaking of which, how had married life treated you tho far, Babth; anything I need to know in particular, dearetht friend…?”

“Not at all: to be honest, it’s noding like how my parents had raised me when I was young; as a matter of fact, I don’t dink I’d recall any baby pictures dey had of me ever since whatsoever…” the bronze redhead had said to her brighter friend whilst gently running some fingers straightly across the latter’s body almost immediately so to speak of.

In any case, Twist had maintained her dwindling resolve to reply to Babs rather instantaneously, “oh, I’m pretty thure that your folkth would thtill have them thomehow: it ith not like that they’d both end up forgetting about you far too eathily; no one normal, not even the blind, would do thomething like that, no matter how old they’d grow later onward in life…”

Caressing the bronze redhead’s cheekbone, it didn’t take long for her brighter friend to steal another kiss from the former without warning, already lost in the moment and facing each other; while such an action is nothing unique whatsoever for any and all potential eyewitnesses thereof, they were nonetheless beneath notice, wrapping their hands around themselves gently at once.

“Hey gals, we’re back from the locker room…!” a stray voice broke into the airwaves for the lascivious mares hear loud and clear, breaking them out of their collective concentration in an instant, “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting all of the sudden: me and Snails were at the teashop trying to recharge all of the sudden; I haven’t felt like this since Rosemond over a year ago…”

It didn’t even take long for both Babs and Twist to face the unicorns from before now standing adjacently where they’d resided: from what could be told, the former pair would’ve been forgiven in assuming their relationship altogether due to the proximity; of course, there were plenty of differences between the latter, especially considering the earlier appearances shared. For what it was worth, their near lacking of an attire had showed off how different they were from each other almost instantly: like the bronze redhead, Snips’ flanks had possessed some scissors but they were white and plain as daytime herein so to speak of; as for his gilded counterpart, Snails, a purple gastropod with a shell in a darker shade was being shown instead.

“You don’t need to run tell dat to us, Snips, I’m just glad dis city has a waterpark for us to go to; dey are usually open to de public for free widin de first two weeks of summer but dis weekend’s invite only in our case and it’s all danks to Smudge Proof…” Babs sighed after rolling right off of her brighter friend, now taking aim at the unicorns’ prepuce with hunger inside her jaded orbs.

Before Snips could react, the bronze redhead now locked her lips around his shaft before the rest, causing him to gulp, “oh, Babsie…!”

The cobalt unicorn remained still even as Babs’ knees were still bent, glossing his unyielding yard with only a profligate grin while quietly giggling about. Using both hands, the bronze redhead started kneading Snips’ prepuce around playfully like a joystick, her own muzzle already around it as she still smiled. Even though that Snips had embraced Babs’ handiwork, he’d refrained from losing the static composure as she’d gripped his shaft only gently so to speak. Still, all that changed when the bronze redhead stuck her tongue further outward, her loose saliva already covering the surface area of the cobalt unicorn’s yard. Decently put, Babs took in all the time and space in occupying Snips’ prepuce, lacquering up his protuberant flesh with her hot lips and heated breathing too. All the while, the cobalt unicorn’s stance soon started to falter a bit as the bronze redhead was at his mercy even as she was free to do as they wished contently. Yearning for results, Babs had decided to speed up the movement straightaway, at least for Snips’ sake even though his patience still held firmly anyway.

“Hey, Twist, how ‘bout you make yourself useful and help your friend get some relief already; it ain’t gonna suck itself, y’know?” the bronze redhead said to her eponymous friend as soon as the former broke away from the cobalt unicorn’s shaft only briefly, “besides, you probably have done dis before plenty of times as everypony else did even before showing up to dis place…!”

“Ahh…” Snips had moaned as he was now blushing about when Babs was forwarding her very mouth back inside again, a sentiment being shared by Snails when her brighter friend joined in on the occasion.

Neither unicorn could barely help themselves but drool and blush every time they’d felt the redheads’ hot and heavy lips going around their respective yards, one of whom was being nestled in between some massive bust. Now with the stallion’s prepuces sliding throughout until their points had become seen underneath the mares’ adjacent chin, Babs had now started squeezing both sides of her cleavage mutually with such a gentility. Needless to say, Twist had also started swaying her bosoms up and down concomitantly whilst her tongue started to slip through and out below the lips before reaching the tip of Snips’ shaft, bringing up more salivation. Nothing had stopped either unicorn from becoming aroused at what the redheads were trying to do, only this time the soft moaning were the only sounds being heard amongst others, driving the thoughts of going in faster.

It wasn’t long until the mares’ sandwiching and tongue tickling around the stallion’s elongated yards had gone without results: Babs was the very first to catch a similar compound across her very neck, dripping downwardly in between her own bared bust; seconds later, Twist followed the same path in kind, swallowing most of it before a few squirts painted the visage nevertheless.

Of the two redheads already caked in the unicorns’ solutions, the beige one was first to laugh, “you know, you’re right: I like thith, Babthie…”

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’d 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, one pale white pony was discovered to be standing up about right underneath the steamy rainstorm all roundabout the way. A set of long cerise locks were found making its very way to the nape, matching its owner’s eyes as they were weighed down by moisture. Supplementing them both were some blushing about, contrasting against the white pony’s visage as it had contorted into fury and disbelief. In regards to the lonely lipid inhabitant’s attire, there was only but a blue collar right around the neckline; nothing else clung underneath it. Slathered right upon the white pony’s flanks was an abacus with its beads matching both of the tresses and irises belonging to its owner.

“Who am I: was I ever a stallion to begin with or a mare without a twenty–third chromosome; could I’ve been a pawn in a game?” the lipid inhabitant questioned stoically before laying a rightmost hand upon one of the tiles with such care to its minimalist details, “I know for a fact there had been times ponies mistaken me for someone else but what about me in particular?”

Any heat that escaped from the white pony’s face had instantaneously blended in with the dank and dire atmosphere, still steadily keeping it cool. With such low intensity, it was really easy for the lipid inhabitant alone to keep even the most wayward of peers from overlooking the shoulders. Either way, the white pony in question was already losing some composure; sure enough, that static visage was transmuted into utter uncertainty. Despite the lipid inhabitant’s back turning to face the same wall that was briefly attacked, such confidence was now falling apart into the wayside.

“Little Red, are ya there, sug…?” a gentle voice escaped into the white pony’s ears immediately, causing the latter to look up at the source of it all.

Standing adjacently to the lipid inhabitant was but only another equine, a sundance unicorn with predominantly dark red tresses matching the collar. Staring at the white pony were a pair of big brown eyes reeking with concern, resisting the heat and humidity around themselves as its owner stood. Seeing as there was a large cleavage on the sundance unicorn, it was clear as day despite the mist the observer was female, a trait her lipid peer noted. Shown on her flanks were an ample apple in the form of a brass bell, darker than the wet coat she’d been wearing yet inorganic to untrained eyes.

It didn’t take long for the white pony to speak, “Libby… I have a question for you: do you think it’s possible for anypony to still be accepted in this day and age, in spite of any differences at birth…?”

“If this even is ‘bout what had happened at the dinner table last Hearthswarming, then the least ya can do is let it go already…” the titular tenant hadanswered as she’d moved closer to her lipid compeer with a concerned gaze in a matter of seconds so to speak, “we’re all trying t’ have some fun together; after all, it’s been a whole year since we went anywhere together with the others…”

“I know that; it’s just that I haven’t been the same since then: if anything, I may as well would’ve been some failed science experiment by some so–called genius or two with a hidden agenda…” Little Red hadresponded to the sundance unicorn almost rather instantaneously, slowly looking at her with but a somber yet straight face no less.

Although the smiling was faltering a bit, she’d still maintained her composure and had questioned the white pony, “what makes ya say that, sug: ya had trouble at college already…?”

“Worse, have you ever heard of someone undergoing puberty so late your mind is clouded with thoughts inside, day and night…?” Little Red answered about to Libby immediately so to speak of, prompting the latter to nod off in a matter of seconds in due time, “I just had my first period back during the semester: I’m a mare now after all these years; I’m so fucking scared right now!”

“Oh, Celestia…” the sundance unicorn sighed, now watching the white mare breaking down afore the former’s brown eyes instantly altogether.

Little Red was now at a loss of words to spare Libby, far too lachrymal to even make eye contact like before as far as the former was concerned.

Who's Beryl Silvermurgh‽

Author's Note

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: as far as I see it, guess who the last guest's name is and you'll get a sneak peak of my next installment soon enough.

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 over a few months 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.

Who's Beryl Silvermurgh‽

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.

Of the remaining tenants, a blue unicorn was now literally sitting at the sidelines, looking at the peers with intrigue and concupiscence overall. The tresses had come with two differing colors vying for dominance, yet only the cerulean had prevail while amber spikes were onto its edge. Regarding attire, the blue unicorn wore a pair of red board shorts, showing off the limber but athletic frame as they’d been moist with water. Speaking of which, it was the very color of the viewer’s pupils matching said compound, albeit warmer and in a darker shade than the coating.

Resting at the blue unicorn’s lap was one lone gilded mare, attending to the former’s need straightaway to the latter’s contentment alone. Regions of raspberry and rose were discovered to running away all throughout her very tresses, both colors spoken loudly and proudly about. Discovered 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 were circles of sea green having already been widened with her coy smile as they’d been both offset by larger cyan. In regards to the gilded mare’s attire, all she wore were a red collar around the neck and white panties, showing off her tender yet petite form. Resting over her flanks was a true blue feathery quill writing down a jet–black line, one piece of irony gone unnoticed since her body was clean.

“So how was the resort trip so far; pleased to find it was worth coming over to New Horseleans, Skeedaddle…?” the gilded mare had asked the titular tenant whilst latching her own hand onto his clothing playfully with a smile.

The blue unicorn was quick to reply to her right away, “a bit wilder than I’d expected, at least before we’d showed up, Kettle Corn, like before: the invite Smudge Proof sent us did say swimwear was optional as it did back at Vanhoover; come to think of it, I don’t think that it would also end up turning into a brothel too so fast…”

“Don’t worry about it, Skee; after all, you still didn’t have problems with the drinks I’d provided, if you know what I mean…” the aforementioned lounger giggled mirthfully, gently yanking onto the middle of his board shorts with tender gazing, “besides, I still had great times at Trottingham letting you paint my body with chocolate fondue: makes the whole thing easier to eat off me…”

“I know how much you love those candies, KC…” Skeedaddle simply snorted, still seeing such scenes of sensuality so to speak of.

It wasn’t long until the gilded mare grabbed the blue unicorn’s attention by freeing his prepuce from the fabric, taking in what precious time on her hands to ascertain the various details overall: its tumescence thick as a pestle and bearing the shapeliness of a pistle; this prompted the latter to snigger, “not as much as your little cock, Skee…”

Initially, she’d used her bare hands to knead his shaft around playfully like a joystick; before long, her own tongue started slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding around and about freely. Somewhat helplessly, all that Skeedaddle could do was rest one of his hands on Kettle Corn’s pink mane, stroking and patting about based on the movement she made from licking his yard.

“Oh, KC…!” the blue unicorn sibilated through his gritted teeth when the gilded mare now forwarded her very mouth inwardly as he’d blushed about, “yeah… keep at it; you’re doing great…”

She was enjoying the fact that her own tongue was stimulating and syphoning his prepuce even to the point where he’d spread his gaskins a bit further to give herself more room to lick around. Skeedaddle could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he’d felt Kettle Corn’s hot and heavy lips going around his shaft before being nestled in between her massive cleavage. Soon, with the blue unicorn’s yard sliding throughout ‘til its point became seen underneath the adjacent chin, the gilded mare now started squeezing both her bosoms mutually on each side. Swaying them up and down concomitantly while the tongue started to slip through and out below their owner’s lips, she was now reaching the tip of his prepuce with such utter salivation about. Sure enough, Skeedaddle started getting aroused at what Kettle Corn was doing, even as his soft moaning was the only sound being heard by the likes of her alone, not that she’d ever minded.

“Hey guys, what’s up…?” another feminine voice had cut them off from the occasion: of the twosome addressed in question, the gilded mare felt her visage becoming darker than her very tresses alone.

The new voice on the inside had belonged to a simple pink pegasus; like Kettle Corn, the other mare in question possessed similarities right between themselves: cold eyes, a moderate physique, and some blushing beneath. Of course, there were many significant differences amongst the two peers at hand: of them, one of which was that the pedestrian’s mane and tail had possessed a predominantly cyan swirl with some hot pink highlights accenting it. Another was the fact that rather than the gilded integuments coloring the lounger, the pegasus’ coating was flowery, bearing the likeness and textures of a rose in a lighter shade compared to the former’s tresses while blushing on. Donned over the pedestrian’s form were a jet–black ensemble of a collar and maillot accentuating her femininity; despite such modesty, the flanks were possessing a frosted slice of cake colored yellow and blue with a topped cherry.

Almost immediately, Kettle Corn was quick to call out to the pink pegasus standing next to the chocolatey unicorn, “good morning, Tulip Swirl and Mocha Berry… beautiful day in New Horseleans, isn’t it…?”

“Not as beautiful as being able to see you two together for old times’ sake, ain’t it right, Skeeter…?” the standing stallion snickered straightaway so to speak freely, “no wonder why this resort is so popular: a good way to feel like we’re a part of the environment with all that scenery in front of us and in the summer too; it’s just like when we’d went to Vanhoover last year…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean…” the blue unicorn struggled to speak out to his unclothed peer, looking away from the latter’s shaft.

Tulip Swirl ultimately now acutely muttered intermittently, “speaking of which, what do you think you like about this water park in New Horseleans compared to the one from yesteryear…?”

“The fact they have all this wonderful cuisine nearby us: I’d heard that this city is filled with all sorts of foods ripe for eating…” the gilded mare commented concurrently as she’d looked at two mares with multicolored tresses kissing each other at the pool, “calas, couche–couche, dirty rice, gumbo, maque choux, pistolettes, and red beans are just only the start of it all here, you know…”

“I agree, they have plenty of desserts that can’t be beat: Bananas Foster, beignet, bread pudding, doberge cake, fruit pies, huckabucks, pralines, and snowballs; I don’t ever even recall any of us in Ponyville having either food to eat all straight from the source way down there whatsoever…” the already black clothed denizen elaborated fearlessly going hereon inward just keenly.

Mocha Berry held Tulip Swirl tightly and whispered soundly, “we know, right…? Besides, I wasn’t expecting any snowcones to be made here as well…”

“In any case, how about we try something we did at Vanhoover since we’re all there today: another foursome; I can do Mobe, you finish off with Skeeter, and then our coltfriends can watch us clean up after ourselves…?” the proximate pink pegasus peeped proudly, only catching one of her peers off–guard: Kettle Corn herself, “seeing what you were already doing, it’ll be swell…!”

“Now, now… I’m pretty sure that it’s a bit too soon all of the sudden, not to mention blunt; besides, Skeedaddle and I were about to have a light snack ‘fore going on ahead with all this…” the gilded mare laughed nervously while sweating about.

Giggling about, Tulip Swirl yattered, “if you could call it that; the teashop over here seems to have plenty of foods to try here so to speak of. Although now that I think about it, I have more than enough reason to believe one of cashiers today is familiar to us; I don’t know why but I can’t help myself but remember her from somewhere. To be honest, I haven’t ordered anything yet but I have to bet she’s the same one from the other teashop in the same water park from last year; if anything, then I might as well have to ask you two: did you happen to notice anything similar when you’d stopped by…?”

“You know, now that you mention it, I can’t even wonder if she’d the same one from before; after all, it’s all too familiar…” Skeedaddle had answered instantaneously, his eyes looking onward at the other tenants almost absentmindedly so to speak of, “nevertheless, it’s probably nothing to worry about anyway; besides, I’m pretty sure she’s just trying to make some bits…”

“Maybe you’re right, Skee: no one would turn down an opportunity to earn some coins in this day and age, especially during the summer; besides, the season has just begun so the least we can do is have fun and enjoy ourselves, especially since it’s what the others are doing, am I right…?” the chocolatey unicorn said in turn all the same.

While this was going on and about, another pink pegasus unlike the one nearby Mocha Berry was also sitting at the sidelines, all alone and on the opposite side from the quartet in particular. Unlike Tulip Swirl, the lounger’s tresses had possessed more colors all throughout to the point of being evenly distributed like a spectrum reflected by the light upon an immaterial surface area. Despite being in the altogether as the rest of their peers, a jet–black collar was found around the neckline for the others to see alongside with everything else too, to the point of near confusion. In addition, the significant differences between the pink pegasi were made apparent by their own flanks: the lounger had a blank notepad with a purple writing utensil wet with water altogether.

It didn’t take much for the lonely lounger to look upon the compeers up in front so to speak of as trains of thoughts swirled about faster than the likes of Tulip Swirl herself within the railway, “you know, I’m okay with this: despite everything that had happened so far ever since my family moved from Bales, I think I can live with myself now more than I’d wanted when I was young. Ever since I was born, I never thought much about how I would even look to other ponies afore and after for ever birthday I had; as a matter of fact, I never imagined how my sister, Rainbow Flash, would react in finding out who would go and save the day: it’s probable she’d have gotten more attention for all the wrong reasons, especially since she’s so reminiscent in more ways. I, too, also had been having a hard time trying to carve an identity for myself ever since the day the Elements defeated Nightmare Moon; even before moving to Ponyville, I couldn’t have any time to myself living peacefully with my parents and sister, especially considering how we’d lived up to the nomenclature they’d given us both since birth, long before we grew them out. At the very least, mom and dad were kind enough to move out to Ponyville, or so I’d thought had I known whom were living here; if anything, I’d started to view my mane and tail as a curse more than whatever sentence a certain somepony was given out: the local fan club wasn’t doing me any favors and my big sister’s voice made everything worse due to the resemblance alone. Not only that, on the day the Friendship Journal was released, I could recall the day when so many ponies camped outside: I could never imagine one reason why they’d end up hating a hero like Rarity so much, even as a foal since she was a Bearer; to matters even worse, there were perhaps some occasions in which one pony had mistaken my sister for her because of it. None of that had even been worth comparing to my first day at the School of Friendship since it’d opened up under their watch: I can remember the face and name all too well especially, but so did everyone else in and out, pony and otherwise so to speak of; her crimes alone were bad enough as they were but none of us could ever think of a motive whatsoever, especially me. Even though she’d been punished, I still couldn’t get the memories out of my head, especially since I’d made my own mistake: prior to her initial banishment, I’d wanted a friend of my own, one I’d hoped would remember long enough to tell the difference; at first, it’d have seemed the idea worked as it’d should, especially since Twilight Sparkle was the one to start this thing up. Alas, I was so wrong, used and misused like a common fiddle and by the one I thought I’d trust no less, just like everypony else; not only that, she’s done so much to hurt us all in one lifetime alone, so much so since she’d be in Equestria since birth anyway: I still have nightmares about the crimes and punishments committed and served respectively as well as its aftereffects no less. Still, I’m happy to have friends who care about me enough to stick up for my family ever since that day, moreso than her alone; even though she’d hurt me more than the protesters, stalkers, and others, that wound is starting to heal up more than it’s bleeding: I’m even going to parties I’d have never thought about going to in my earlier youth, especially with what I’m seeing today.”

“Rainbow Harmony… I’m back…” a masculine voice escaped into the eponymous listener’s ears, ending the cerebration instantaneously.

Almost immediately, the pink pegasus had rose upwardly to discover the source of the sentence approaching her in only seconds: a muscular gray stallion with light blue tresses and slated eyes was carrying a small paper bag smiling about so to speak no less; at the very least, she, too, found herself blushing about, albeit more deeply due to the very fact she’d possessed more color.

This was because of him being in the altogether much like her only without any kind of collar whatsoever, the latter retained the resolve to speak to the former all the same, “hello, Lancelot; what had taken you so long: trouble at the teashop already…?”

“Not at all: I was able to get some snacks from there as we should; you’ll never even believe what they’re having today only…” the aforementioned pedestrian had said back to Rainbow Harmony rather instantly, taking the time to sit down nearest to her, “the food here at my hometown is really good: I’d been able to snag some calas and iced coffee for us to share…”

“Are they that good…?” the pink pegasus asked.

Pulling out a small dumpling from its confines, the gray stallion had answered her in due time, “they’re the best kind of breakfast items around my hometown: I’ve been eating them since I was a little foal back then; these are nothing but the genuine article compared to the likes of Ponyville alone…”

“You really think so…?” commented Rainbow Harmony observing the foodstuff in question as he began to give her a tiny can, “as far as I remember, this is the first time I’ve been able to take a gander at it in my entire life, much less smell one myself; at the very least, I’d first heard of them being sold at the Multicultural Festival hosted by the School of Friendship a decade ago…”

“And you’d been avoiding them like the plague ever since that day; how could you ever be so blind to these treats up ‘til now…?” Lancelot laughed lightheartedly as he’d retrieved another for the pink pegasus to see clear as day, now up, close, and personal compared to its predecessor overall.

It didn’t take much for her to near the dumpling almost immediately, the sweet scent escaping into her nostrils was inviting; soon enough, she’d made a first impression upon it and had gulped, “is this what I’d been missing out on after all these years?! These must be really good; I can’t believe I was avoiding them ever since that day…!”

“That’s nothing; wait ‘til you get a load of the fine dining and nightlife: they’re so filled with love, energy, and passion…” the gray stallion chuckled as he’d begun to eat as well, making a rather bigger bite than the one Rainbow Harmony had made, “Prançaise cuisine has been able to survive through the ponies of New Horseleans ever since the Old World had been reforged…”

“Just like the other countries: Iori, Trowa, Castrol, and Marisnick; even to this day, it’s been hard to remember the Regal languages or cultures that came before the establishment of Equestria…” the petite pink pegasus prattled onward before going right ahead to swallow the rather littlest remains of her own foodstuff in question without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak no less.

In a matter of seconds, it didn’t take long for him to ask her, “want another one…? I have plenty more where they’d came from…”

“Who wouldn’t…?” Rainbow Harmony chirped with but a brief nod, flashing a small smile in the process, “I’d gladly have another…”

“Bon appétit…” Lancelot lilted laconically.

Looking at what the gray stallion was about to launch, the pink pegasus lolled about and caught it in one contactless attempt; afterwards, she’d been chewing long enough to gulp in advance, “c’est un tout grand merci beacoup, maître; how was that: pleased to find that it was to your liking…?”

“Qui, mademoiselle je–sais–tout; même après un an, vous êtes encore une décennie trop tôt pour maîtriser la langue prançaise…” he’d snickered grabbing her by the mane and pushing its wearer towards him gently, more face–to–face than they’d been before, “still, your willingness to learn is one out of many aspects to be solidifying your growth into marehood already so to speak…”

“Mmm…” Rainbow Harmony only cooed as she’d closed her eyelids in front of Lancelot soon enough.

Since they were both sitting 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 gray stallion transferred his left hand from the pink pegasus’ mane to further on down below, causing herself to tense up before easing about.

As she was still currently reclining about upon an adjacent chair, he’d retreated at once and placed his hand on her whispering eye; this act only prompted him to say, “Mona… are you up for another round of hugs and kisses…?”

“I should be asking you the same thing; after all, I’d watched you trot away to parts unknown earlier this morning so to speak…” the titular tenant had only replied as Lancelot moved his left hand in between both her legs and started to wipe the bordering sheath, “besides, I have plenty enough energy to spare for the rest of it all now that I’m with you again, my dearest friend…”

The pink pegasus slowly moaned in pleasure as she’d watched the gray stallion pushed two of his fingers inside her fork, averting both indigo eyes at once timidly as she was heaving about in reception and plainly stayed there in the white chair while her body began its reach to an approaching highpoint surely, all thanks to his brand of excitement being just around the corner.

As they’d remained occupied with each other, there were another quartet of ponies whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance further away from the twosome in question; likewise, they’d possessed significant differences between them, not that many would cared suffice to say: for starters, half were mares themselves overall. Speaking of which, the first of the mares was yet another petite pink pony, albeit wingless, eyes of adventurous azure accented by a raring–to–go concave: aside from a cobalt crown worn over her purple and white tresses matching the owner’s flanks, she only wore a jet–black collar round her neck; as such, she, too, was in the altogether. Lying right on next to her was a young gray mare wearing lighter strands in a braid: like the colorful counterpart whom was being lapped at, the latter was also in a state of dishabille, only wearing a similar collar and a pair of light blue spectacles over her brilliant violet eyes; as such, the ample form also possessed steely spoons. Behind them both was another orange stallion donning a rather moderate shade of some azure tresses already found to be slicked back neatly, matching the eyes the petite pink pony shared; unlike the mares upfront, he was completely bare, showing off his limber frame like Tender Taps but with a ligneous bat against a white sphere. Also, beneath the colorful correspondent, another equine, albeit muscular and feminine, coated in freckly light green with eyes of a darker shade: like him, the tresses were blue, matching the very collar as the only article of clothing; in addition, aside from bearing large bust and berries on the flanks, the former had even possessed a yard.

It was at this point in time the young gray mare had gotten around to licking the contents of the petite pink pony’s wet whispering eye whilst feeling the orange stallion’s prepuce lodged in her. Overwhelmed with concupiscence, the lone dualistic individual was enduring the weight of the flushed females over the body, passively indulging in it alongside themselves and the lone male. Though the petite pink pony had her very waistline occupied at both ends, she was nevertheless euphoric at the reality of both compeers having the time of their lives with the likes of her alone. At the very least, the orange stallion was still undeterred by the young gray mare’s concurrent preoccupations, thrusting himself into her even as she’d latched onto the colorful counterpart.

“How’s it treating you, sug: pleased to find that I’m still a good bedwarmer, Mistress Diamond; I bet that your friend and I have done so well in pleasuring you as we’d done last year, right…?” the green pony had spoken out so salaciously to the eponymous recipient above the former straightaway with such ease no less.

The petite pink pony moaned in between short intervals before yowling, discharging herself into the steely interactor’s muzzle with a similarly moist stream, “just… go on… and make me… AHHH…!”

“Mmm, your pussy is still squirting harder as fuck, Ditty; even now, you’re still hanging on by a thread as far as I see clearly…” gulped the young gray mare whom was soon finished cleaning away her colorful correspondent’s sheath before breaking away, “it’s a shame that you didn’t invite your friend over when you should’ve, like before; what’s the rush here: commitment…?”

“Relax, Silver Spoon… I’m pretty sure that Diamond Tiara is just preparing herself in case she changes her mind with him; after all, it’s been almost a decade since that fateful day no less…” he’d said to the aforementioned individual upfront, pulling out to find that his shaft was still wet with the same fluid that she’d been lapping at.

The young gray mare wasted no time replying to the orange stallion almost immediately overall, “even that excuse was starting to wear thin, especially considering what’s been happening after the whole thing; besides, it wasn’t like it was ponies with allies vs the rest of the world so to speak, First Base. Considering before then, it wasn’t unusual to hear some stories of inner turmoil over the span of millennia if not prior: classism, sexism, speciesism, elitism, nationalism, militarism, colonialism, imperialism, racism, and the like; Diamond Tiara and I were guilty of this mostly because of our, or rather, her parent. To be honest, it was understandable when ponies had to deal with other threats like dragons and changelings, but seeing ourselves ready to tear each other apart again on a national scale was nothing short of scary, especially since it ended up triggering another event.”

“You don’t need to remind me of that or the hows and whys thereof; if anything, at least you didn’t have to go thru my pain…” the dualistic lounger interjected, steaming and fuming as the light green visage red like an apple despite waters surrounding them, “to tell you all the truth, I never had a normal life from any of your perspectives whatsoever, not that it’d mattered anyway. Up until I’d been through puberty, I’d never thought of myself as a monster in pony form, let alone anything less than that here: after all, I had a penis like all the other stallions that grew up big and strong, but never a pair of breasts like mares such as you two; of course, that was before I grew them both with little warning, leaving me scared and confused, just like my own parents. Even though they were understanding, the others weren’t so to speak of and not just others from the original neighborhood here: I’d came across some troublemakers late at night who basically wanted to have a little fun with me before they tried to end me; thankfully, I’d been able to get away before that would happen but I couldn’t help myself crying to sleep in my very own room. Not once I’d dared to tell either my mother and father about this incident for a very long time ‘cause I didn’t want to worry them: you think when you’ve been living in Equestria for your entire life so far, all you had to worry about was making it to tomorrow; we we’re so used to having the Elements of Harmony being under their beck and call, I never had to worry at all.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that: I’d never imagined somepony would go that far altogether; here I was, thinking back to my school days…” Diamond said instantaneously, finally finding the time and effort to climb off of the green pony immediately without hesitation overall.

He’d now took the time to intercede also, “you don’t need to remind me of that; after all, I was attending Ponyville too…”

“So were plenty of others: I think I couldn’t help myself but forget how many others went to that school in the past with Cheerilee…” Silver Spoon soon started speaking back so suddenly, spreading her gaze around at many of their inattentive compeers beyond them, “apparently, it seems we’d wasted our foalhood bullying the three ponies whom managed to help us all out. Even though it’d been over a year since they’d formed the Crusaders, their successes were more than enough to leave us jealous; even now, we’ve been paying the price ever since, we just didn’t pay it any mind until the day they’d gotten their cutie marks: this was after Diamond Tiara ended up taking a stand for herself and started to make amends with our classmates including them.”

“In any case, how’s the family, mistress Diamond: I’d heard about your father’s business having one of their subsidiaries threatened with a court battle; what was that all about…?” the dualistic lounger had chatted, rising upwardly in a more acute angling than before for the other three to see clearly now that the rainstorms of passion had gone astray.

The petite pink pony prattled patiently, presently peering proximate at her peaceful peers precisely, “it’s nothing much really: father’s at work all of the sudden trying to tie up some loose ends but I’ve not heard anything about it since last year; I think it’d something to do with the brothers but it’s old news so far…”

“Yeah, but old news has a funny way of staying relevant when ponies are collecting clippings from articles and headlines…” spoke First Base whom also stood up round the feminine trio and made his way in betwixt Diamond and Silver Spoon, “besides, word on the street is a black market had been formed behind the scenes lately ever since Springwheel had intervened lately.”

“That’s too bad: I was told these pills were enough to boost our performance; I’ve been hearing them in the past few years they were a game changer but now it’s just not the same anyways…” the young gray mare replied, following suit as she’d wrapped her arms around the orange stallion without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever so to speak of.

It was now the green pony’s time to stand abaft of Silver Spoon straightaway before asking, “and why is that: as far as I see it, I’ve been making quite a living for myself above the influence; do you really want these companies to come back just so you can have a hit of what they’d been selling…?”

“Come on, Bindle, it’s not like I should support them or anything; I never even knew any of the brothers face–to–face at all…” the young gray mare had answered to the dualistic tenant almost immediately, slightly sweating about for the latter to sniff out, “besides, from what I’d heard, they did try to scam Starswirl the Bearded with that Friendship University scheme a decade ago.”

“Who said we should be in school, Silvy…?” the petite pink pony giggled sultrily as she’d just felt more of the watery compound trickle down both gaskins.

It didn’t take long for the feminine trio to get into position already; after all, he was but only the odd one out when it’d came to what they were going to do now: the process alone was self–fulfilling to a fault, something many could relate to. Sure enough, Silver Spoon had been stuck in between both ponies so to speak of, both of them bearing their cleavage yet still different from each other as far as anyone can easily tell, not that either equine were concerned by the fact altogether. As far as anyone could see themselves, Diamond was in no position to complain especially; after all, she was starting to like where this is going, at ease with her friend up close and personal now they were still standing all together with their roles. Either way, Silver Spoon was in their line of sight, focusing themselves at both ends of the latter as she was slowly being overwhelmed with such euphoria as Bindle started exploring her fundament gently while the pink pony locked lips. It wasn’t long until the young gray mare felt her croup convulsing about since the green pony was filling her in with that yard; in the meantime, she was sticking her tongue at Diamond already to return the party favor instantaneously. Bindle had stepped up the momentum yet remained mindful of the two mares directly upfront, driving the prepuce into Silver Spoon’s flanks rather eagerly; like the binary pair, the former salivated about prior to exhalation all the same too. With the green pony jutting forward and back as they were both currently osculating each other no less, the sheer experience the young gray mare was enduring had helped her embrace the best of both worlds, taking much time to sigh so softly.

Silver Spoon struggled to shape a stable simple sentence, soon succumbing to the sensation of such sensuality suddenly, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHNNN!!”

Almost immediately, the young gray mare had felt herself supersaturated with Bindle’s compound as the latter was closely etching out of former, watching as the fruits of their love’s labors lost their structure when it’d slid down both gaskins so slowly. Even the petite pink pony whom was left with her friend couldn’t resist turning a darker color than her own coating as the leaking liquid landing onto the surface of the clear waters underneath the latter as they were osculating themselves alone for the two to see.

“So, how did it go, Silvy; are you pleased to find that our menage a trois was worth it…?” the amorous Diamond had said intermittently to Silver Spoon rather coyly after breaking away from the latter, “even though that First Base was already at your beck and call on standby, old time’s sake happens to ring a bell for you overall…”

“Oh, Ditty, should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind; should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne…?” the young gray mare had laughed before stealing yet another kiss from her little pink friend without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

With little warning altogether, they’d both remained capitulated themselves to their own lusts; as such, Silver Spoon had some resolve in going to work on Diamond. The petite pink pony was trembling about, such apprehension becoming affected by her steely friends expedition with both of their tongues slipping out in ecstasy. Out of the two licentious mares, Silver Spoon had started pushing herself against Diamond’s fork so ardently, prompting them both to be moaning and grinding about. Adding to their wet and wild state was the salivation growing all throughout their muzzles as they’d both started latching on each other’s busts for reinforcement. Although the mares’ tears were now crawling outwardly from the corner of their eyes, they were elated to be with each other, especially in such a fitting environment. Diamond’s visage burned in a darker shade than her coating thanks to Silver Spoon’s efforts, the former soon growing more supersaturated by the latter so to speak.

The two mares’ heated and heavy folds of their whispering eyes had led to their compounds gushing about from the pulp friction as the young gray mare rolled off of her little pink friend with the weight upon the latter becoming significantly lighter again while their hands now started running around each other’s coating all the same.

It didn’t take Diamond much for her the second that wrinkle in time was being instantaneously spent starting to speaking softly enough for Silver Spoon’s ears to hear more clearly than water, “let’s go share a drink together, Silvy; I heard that this resort’s teashop has the finest to offer compared to Vanhoover’s…”

“They’re nothing compared to the likes of you, Ditty…” the young gray mare had replied prior to finally taking a stand quickly, leading her pinker friend along, “let’s go ahead already…”

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 day still going, 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 break away from mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

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

There were at least ten mares present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with towels worn upon their bodies as the only commonality; with all that said, though, there were bound to be differences amongst themselves. The first trio consisted of Apple Bloom, Twist, and Babs, all covered up with towels as they’d varied between modest and liberal in appearance; out of the very redheads in question, it was nothing short of plainly simple for the latter open. The first compeer nearby the yellow mare was bearing an athletic form with mismatched irises: one was red and the other happened to be green; nevertheless, the former wore some twine upon the purple coating and another jet–black collar too. The other pair weren’t like others, having bluish eyes and coats, but were nevertheless different: one sitting near the bronze lounger was a jaded pegasus with a red collar while the darker mare wore the rainbow’s cold half and a jet–black collar. There was also a raspberry mare sitting next to the purple pegasus with darker hair, silver eyes, and even wore another black collar, just like the latter; unlike the others, the former was wearing a green maillot covering much of its owner’s body. Two additional compeers were discovered proximate to the adjacent wall, both of them currently possessing some yellowish coats with bluish eyes and tresses: one was a pegasus with a scarlet collar and the other was grounded wearing black. Trailing behind the dark blue mare was another unicorn, coated in regimental with but light spiky tresses of malachite having contrasting against her dark green eyes; another additional contrast was yet another red collar around the latter’s neck.

“It’s nice, isn’t it: the warm atmosphere from the coldest of water; do ya like it…?” inquired Apple Bloom as soon as the vapors were fading a bit.

The raspberry lounger answered as she was also amongst the many individuals sweating about now, “mm–hmm, this is honestly our first time being in New Horseleans, let alone at one of their resorts…”

“We know dat, Cerise: you’re still among friends and family anyway; besides, it’s not like we’re being spied on anyway here…” Babs replied to her hotter counterpart with slight disinterest as the fabric threatened to fall off of the former any second from now, “come to think of it, how was life treating you since we’d seen you Rosemond a few years ago: is Corn Pops doing well?”

“Of course, ever since that party hosted by Smudge Proof a year ago in Vanhoover, we’d been able to welcome our foal Purple Maize into the world but it has left us rather worried about it…” the titular tenant only said simply, looking away from her bronze correspondent all the same no less.

The purple pegasus presently prattled away, showing them off the very ropes hugging onto her aerodynamic body, “I know that feeling too: my husband, Fire Torch, and I had started a family almost the same time period as you; Hot Cola has been a little on edge lately but otherwise fine so to speak…”

“Oscar F. Mayer would’ve had such a playdate with them one day, especially considering how young they are right now as is…” the olive mare had chirped instantly, nodding about in a sound reply as she’d stood to face the rest around herself so slowly, “I had to hire a nanny because I wasn’t sure how much longer we could go without worrying about his welfare every week…”

“At least you all have foals of your own: outside of the parties, Splash Panel and I had been trying to have one but his job has been rather stressful lately; he’d even spent a night away…” the regimental unicorn elucidated before waiting to exhale, serving as the catch–up effect inside all of this.

Soon enough, the yellow redhead, still sweating about seamlessly against the steamy space she and all of her compeers were sitting inside of, then said, “speaking of which, Ah just hope he doesn’t go down the same path as mah friends and Ah a decade ago when we tried that; it wasn’t like those stories Spike had read about since last decade, but they may as well be treated as such. Apparently, it’d all began when our old classmate Featherweight ended up getting his cutie mark before any of us did a year prior: as far as Ah had seen it, Ah believed that his skills as a journalist would be enough t’ help us get them, or so we’d thought at least; but, before Ah could tell them, Granny Smith came t’ pick me up so Ah had t’ wait the next day t’ elaborate on it all. When we’d met up at school again, the three of us decided t’ join the Foal Free Press hoping t’ make something for ourselves; however, as many of y’all remembered, we’d come across one significant problem that had been latched onto us for over a year: Diamond Tiara was named editor–in–chief and she’d been wanting bigger and better things t’ do with the newspaper then. Needless t’ say, we’d figured if we all were t’ endure her, then we’d be able to get them together in journalism, just as planned: Sweetie Belle ended up interviewing her big sister Rarity; Scootaloo had to take pictures of baby birds hatching; and Ah had the history of Ponyville from Granny Smith…”

“Yeah, I heard about all that: I still couldn’t even imagine having your school’s paper making it all the way up to Cloudsdale…” the opalescent pegasus patiently replied right at once, directly facing Apple Bloom intently but otherwise harmless nevertheless, “not only that, I’d never thought I’d see the new Captain of the Wonderbolts gone to the spa and getting plastered about.”

“Neither did I: she’d always struck me as the tough as nails type, not some copycat prima donna; how did you all end up catching Rainbow Dash in such a position like that…?” the nearby paler counterpart had soon chimed in at once, both eyes instantaneously widened with shock so to speak.

The yellow redhead had wasted no time whatsoever in answering so to speak, “who said that we did…? Featherweight was the one who ended up taking most of the pictures: he’d basically ended up serving as the spark that lead to the Foal Free Press becoming more mainstream because of us; all we did in the meantime was come up with some words to go along with them altogether. For a while, it did seem like it was an innocent business venture; however, we’d started to take things a little too far with the headlines and the content underneath it all: Sweetie Belle even ended up using her sister’s diary for filler…”

“That explains much…” Rainy Feather had only answered back indignantly, catching Apple Bloom off–guard slightly, “I’d never thought you’re friend would go this far to get some cutie marks in her youth…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the sextet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more females were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: coldly colored irises, height and stature, tight collars, and towels wrapped underneath the shoulders. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, exposed to the fog of humidity.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as all of the equines who were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the very entrants was only a chocolatey yak donning tresses coated in a rather darker coloring adorned with baby blue barrettes whereas the other happened to be a strawberry lioness wearing only light locks. Secondment, there was also a significant difference in facial composition in between the two of them still standing about no less: the latter’s nose was wrinkled and small while the former was wide and narrowed by contrast. Thirdly, the chocolatey yak had maintained a bulky formation underneath a jade towel matching her eyes whilst the strawberry lioness proved to be more petite, wearing a blue towel bringing out its wearer’s eyes and collar. Fourth of all, the former had a scarlet collar that was big enough to fit around the neckline, something in which many like her could relate to; still, the fact the rest of the inhabitants could see was enough to startled them.

“Hi, Yona: we weren’t expecting you to join us today, let alone see you at New Horseleans; how’s it going wit you and Sandbar so far…?” the yellow redhead greeted the eponymous visitor almost immediately, having shown more bravery than the rest of the compeer nearby the former altogether.

“Pretty great: Yona like city but hates heat…!” the chocolatey yak had answered with bright beaming.

Triangular Prismatine Sensualities

Author's Note

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 Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still being owned by Smudge Proof alone, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville, deserving of a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well as that one scene from Revenge of the Nerds.

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 an entire fortnight 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.

Triangular Prismatine Sensualities

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

Notably, there happened to be at least two ponies, Snails and Twist, resting on the concrete near the poolside in the altogether as many of their peers since they were into their passionate throes. It didn’t take long for the gilded unicorn to stare right at the beige redhead’s dripping elaborate flowerbed above already planted towards his perspective, noticing the very state it was now in.

With a lone tongue, he was jutting into herself at once, sending tingles through her body as she’d shut both of her eyes tightly, suppressing such quiet moans before reopening them to look on. Contentment at the rest of Snails’ body, Twist’s flanks were held firmly in his grasp with a muzzle buried inside at once, running a roundabout into her fleshy sheath without any hesitation. The gilded unicorn soon found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent fundament, bringing out some more pleasure each time his tongue had switched right back and forth respectively. Sure enough, the beige redhead salivated from the corner of her hot lips with such exploration giving way to satisfaction and concupiscence as he’d stretched her croup widely with such ease. She’d gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the memories and sight of Snails’ prepuce soon enough as the dribble escaped, surpassing the very point of wishing to have it lodged deep in her. Twist had attempted to reach down towards her supersaturated undercarriage and started to furbish it rhythmically as the gilded unicorn was still permeating through her loins illustriously. The beige redhead mewled about after feeling yet another stroke of the tongue from himself, prompting her to find the time to quickly remove her flowerbed off and crawled away instantly.

“Hmm… what’s wrong, Twist: did something happen…?” Snails had struggled to speak out in confusion to her.

Lying at the gilded unicorn’s side face–to–face, the aforementioned mare had answered rather instantaneously so to speak of, “oh, Thnailth… do you have to be tho quethtioning about my decithionth…?”

“Not at all, I was just wondering what was on your mind when you’d got off me…” he’d said as the pasty redhead was stroking his grassy mane gently with a playful smirk no less, “I thought you’d wanted to keep at it for a while…”

“In time; now, pucker up loverboy…” she’d laughed before quickly stealing a kiss from Snails straightaway.

Since they were both laid out next to each other, their eyes were accented by blushing about considering the twosome maintained a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the gilded unicorn’s trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grew more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d already surrendered themselves upon the concrete underneath them: Twist was already residing onto his very body. Neither of them had relented, continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied during the embrace as their conjoined passions started growing. When Snails transferred his lips from the target down to the neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from the nostrils, breathing down on the beige redhead. Only then when the gilded unicorn’s tongue started licking her shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation therein. Once immediately, Twist’s smile grew as he quickly slid his tongue down to her bosom between delivering pleasure hoped for with a silent whinny. Delighted by the sheer fact that Snails started tugging on them with his teeth; as a result, the beige redhead had started letting out loud soft moans.

The gilded unicorn was lost in thoughts thanks to his indulgence in her opaque fluid, no similar to the one from the damp sheath he’d been lapping at earlier, “mm, no wonder why she tastes so better than ever: even after all these years, she’s gotten it…”

“Now then…” Twist soon heaved, breaking away to plant her undercarriage right back onto his face, “let uth go thixty–nine now…”

It wasn’t long until the beige redhead slowly shifted her weight back onto Snails’ body, returning her hooves to his own face when her moist flowerbed made contact with the muzzle once again. Contentedly, she’d started licking her moist lips and started to stick her own tongue towards the gilded unicorn’s shaft, finding only hydrated lubrication with such concupiscent exuberance. Heavy breaths escaped from his mouth and into Twist’s tacky sheath, causing herself to sway her very waist reactively again, moaning quietly in a shared delight all too carelessly so to speak of. Immediately, the beige redhead decided to forward her lips onto Snails, slurping and licking about whatever substance would be exorcised into her body rather slowly much to his pleasure. Just the sensation of feeling her stimulating, pumping, and lapping at the gilded unicorn’s yard made the latter return the favor for good measure, his hands grasping onto her rippling flanks. Only then when he’d started rubbing up and down Twist’s body firmly but soothingly did she get aroused even more, going deeper for some more room to lick around his prepuce straightaway. Jolts of voltage had traveled all throughout their bodies as the collective moaning between themselves were stifled by their lips and tongues pleasuring one another with reckless abandon. In due time, their own respective fluids had been expelled inside each other almost immediately: as the beige redhead’s undercarriage gushed about, Snails shot in her slobbering mouth instantly.

Surely enough, she’d quickly seized this very golden opportunity: using her lightweight body to turn around once again, the gilded unicorn felt his shaft currently entering the latter’s flowerbed. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for Twist’s very sheath to become firmly aligned almost immediately, giving a small passionate yet heavy breath from her very mouth in his direction. Thereon, Snails had started resting his very hands onto the beige redhead’s toned flanks, slowly burying his muzzle deep into the plump and vast bust to run his tongue around the nubbins again. To her, she didn’t care about the fact the gilded unicorn sapped away her cleavage almost in an instant, already feeling his yard directly in her undercarriage calibrating their collective moves. In the midst of the very ordeal, Twist had wrapped her arms around the back of his neckline in an attempt to keep him closer as they were trading away momentum with one another face–to–face. Now that both their coats of fur were starting to give off a small static of satisfaction from the stretch of rasping, feelings of pleasure came by as each movement made the two equines moan. Gearing up for another certain expulsion from Snails’ prepuce inside with each intensity of the pulp friction, the beige redhead gave a resounding happy moan amid heavy respiration and pants. Sensing the moisture, the gilded unicorn now took aim at her flowerbed, the latter losing control to break away from him with little warning as a trail of white between themselves had shattered.

“OH, LULU…!” he’d cried out as both his target and himself exploded with fluid together in synchronicity before collapsing back onto the cold pavement underneath themselves soon enough.

Sweating about to little end in sight, Snails and Twist were nevertheless elated to have each other for company close to mutually comfortable numbness overall.

Out of the twosome in particular, the beige redhead still had the resolve to ask the gilded unicorn already, “Thnailth, are you glad that we’re here today…?”

“Hmm, you mean New Horseleans; who wouldn’t be…?” he’d struggled to answered as they were nestled upon the wet yet hard surface underneath them, “it’s not everyday we get to go outside of Ponyville…”

“But what about uth; I know for a fact it’d been almotht a year thince we’d gone on vacation together, ethpecially with the Cruthaderth: what do you think of thith water park in general…?” she’d retorted, giggling about as they’d smelled the aquatic aroma together congregating all throughout the area of influence altogether.

It didn’t take much for Snails to reassure Twist all the same no less, “it’s nothing much at all to look at, at least not without you in my life; besides, I don’t mind taking my clothes off around you if you do the same…”

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 only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

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. Ever since the atmosphere itself wasn't even cold enough to freeze the most purest of waters, it still had some warmth retained to not let it come to pass at all. Generally speaking, due to such lukewarm temperatures, there was an utter lacking of any precipitation supersaturating any kind of terrain whatsoever. Of course, only few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mixture of fascination and frustration unbecoming nonetheless.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, a lonely mare was discovered to be standing out and about, lightly coated in a raspberry scheme. Her very tresses were colored vividly in orchid, a mane split into two tails complete with elastic bands of arctic blue matching her eyes as they held them in. A long reddish dress shimmered about in the moonlight as the raspberry mare carried an emerald splashed carryall slung around her back burgeoning about.

“Hmm, New Horseleans seems to be the perfect place for a cinematic romance for my friend, Dinky, had she shown up…” the raspberry mare had cerebrated as she was holding her cargo tightly, looking upon the few denizens within line of sight, “the peaceful night sky, electric light arrangements, the brisk summer air, the festive various entertainments, even ponies welcoming. I’d never seem to imagine how our hometown would look like in this day and age in the future, even with Twilight in charge: I know for a fact that there are still a few communities that are stuck in the past yet it’s okay all the same for them nevertheless; after all, I know for a fact that Canterlot wasn’t always a big city for the nobles and unicorns altogether in the very beginning. Still, I know for a fact that ponies in Manehattan can be the worst sometimes, especially in the past prior to Nightmare Moon; even traveling alone at night was nothing short of a death sentence, criminals or no, especially considering its reputation alone: commerce outweighed labor, even with all the bargain bin basement deals one could swear were from the black market. It’s probably a good thing that the populace didn’t find out how strong I was in my own youth had I gone up there by myself; I know how much anything goes when comes to any of the big cities and its local degenerates, east, west and in between them: I’d heard all about the shootings taking place in the last twenty years in Applewood and most of them ain’t even real whatsoever. I don’t understand what would prompt someone to pick up a gun and start aiming it at others for whatever conceivable reason: we’d heard about them used in wars ever since the past millennia, even before Equestria was ever even being settled at all; even now, we still have restrictions placed on it especially in peacetime and even that isn’t enough to deter some troublemakers here. Even as we live in such good times, it’s not enough to hear stories about somepony getting into a physical fight between the others; not only that, ponies seem to have no problem writing about the most violent scenarios in fiction where even dragons become tame: swordfighting, poisonings, spellcasting, gunslinging, maiming, killing, and so on – perhaps not much changed. Still, I am at peace now, not only because of Princess Twilight but also my friends too: even before I had them, I was taught to hold myself back most of the time to keep the others at ease, especially when we had went to school in our youth; after all, no one likes a bully, especially one reliant on raw strength…”

“Hey, Lily, I’m back…!” a distant nasally masculine voice broke her linear train of thought straightaway.

The titular traveler talked tersely, “Danny…!”

Locked into the raspberry mare’s view was one lone aquamarine stallion walking off into her direction with little signs of deceleration with warmer tresses. Surrounding his luxurious pupils were circles of amber already widened with his coy smile, offset by the blushing underneath as far as she was concerned. Danny’s comprehensive attire had simply consisted of his blue sweater and taupe khaki combo, something in which she could see clearly with her own eyes.

“Is everything okay, Lily…?” the aquamarine stallion had asked the eponymous listener almost instantaneously so to speak of, “you seem to have something on your mind lately; can you please tell me what it is…?”

“It’s nothing really: not everyday you get invited to another party away from the hometown in this age, even with Twilight and Cadence in charge; besides, I feel rather guilty about Dinky…” the raspberry mare answered him rather quickly, finding the time and effort to go up to him anyways without hesitation.

Looking at the mass of people surrounding themselves, Danny wasted no time responding to her all the same, “yeah, to be honest, I wasn’t sure as to why Dinky didn’t show up today: in all fairness, I didn’t even know that you two were in a relationship lately so to speak; of course, I wasn’t really much paying any attention lately considering my job in the past. If anything, it was nothing more than an arbitrary mixture of the old with the new, come to think of it; considering your shared history, we, or rather you, were expecting her to come to New Horseleans today based on past events. Smudge Proof still seems to have no problem inviting whoever he wants as long as they happen to have a certain criteria; as a matter of fact, I’ve been noticing a handful of ponies coming here were in the same boat as us like last year: Flutterbye, Larissa, Aura, Apple Bloom, Lance, Strike, Floor Step, Frosty, Truffle, Grape, DJ, Corn Pops, First Position, Snails, and so many others.”

“Indeed, as a matter of fact, I can list a handful of others whom weren’t there today, just like last year’s party at Vanhoover…” Lily lilted on like it was nothing, “Skyflier, Moonscoop, Armando, Puppysmiles, Dynamite, Featherweight, Saltwater, Morty, Zip, Sunflower, Sunny Daze, Sun Glimmer, Lickety Split, Crackle, Chirpy, Apple Mint, Zippoorwhill, Rosy, Rain, and so forth…”

Danny couldn’t resist eventually seeing two additional mares, a minty unicorn and a yellow pegasus, in full view: the former wearing a thin jet–black ensemble and the latter donning a pink dress with some matching gloves; all in all, they’d maintained their very distance from him and the raspberry mare in question so to speak of.

“Come to think of it, where’s the rest of their troop: Tag–A–Long and Do–Si–Do; how come they weren’t invited…?” Lily inquired already.

The aquamarine stallion, uninterested in the twosome’s osculation much like everyone else in general, “they’re still in Ponyville as far as I remember dealing with married life; it’s not a big surprise that’s for sure but somehow I can’t help myself but to think that we’ll be into some whole other shindig like this once again soon enough…”

“I know, I can feel it in my bones as we speak, Danny–boy; as a matter of fact, I don’t think we’ll be able to see each other…” the raspberry mare said to the aforementioned pedestrian almost instantaneously, catching him slightly off–guard overall no less, “you’re a good stallion but I’ve been able to notice a pattern altogether: the first time we’d met was at Vanhoover…”

“It’s alright, Lily: if anything, I was just about ready to not show last year when the invite came my way; after all, I still have memories of the Grand Galloping Gala over a decade ago here…” the aquamarine stallion said as he’d looked up at the moon and stars now, seeing them shine about more than ever albeit only briefly.

Lily did the same and replied as well, “you know, I think Dinky wouldn’t have minded all the same; after all, summer has just begun for us anyway, like before…”

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above, no doubt illuminating the dark skies now clear of the shine inside the storm not so long ago. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life started stopping at a standstill, or for the numerous up and running, slowing to the ticking timepieces.

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.

“I’m glad that’s out of the way; I still can’t believe all of this has happened: a pie was bought containing an obscene picture…” he ruminated as the rest were already on their way out of here almost instantaneously so to speak, taking the time to sit down, “a decade ago, it could’ve been anypony else for that matter: some young thing perhaps but never someone else’s foal anyway! Even now, it seems that the times are changing fast enough for ponies to adopt some modern conveniences in a heartbeat now: telecommunications, correspondence, transportation, and the like – perhaps it’s inevitable that certain things would come to pass; still, whatever on Equestria had happened to certain things like common sense and decency along the way to the future…? Back when I was young, my father would’ve had a heart attack at the notion of commerce and labor changing all too fast here: the times were different and this was before even Granny Smith had her own firstborn foal as far as I can tell recently altogether; still, I think even she would like nothing more than a chance to wrangle the son of the bitch who got a photo of her grandkids. Speaking of which, I think it’d be nice to give the Apples a visit for old times’ sake, especially considering what’s happening: I’d been told of how she’d been babbling about something as ridiculous as time moving too fast or and whatnot since last year; I’d know the Zap Apple harvest has taken ahold of her over the decades since they’d settled in Ponyville back in the day. It’s actually shameful that it’s come to this, senility still striking a chord even within the modern age of Equestria nevertheless; I’d figured that she wouldn’t have to fall into this path outright with these new developments and yet here we are now this day: the old guard is either falling and/or about to fall any second now and the new blood is starting to worry me more than ever. Come to think of it, I’m actually beginning to be concerned about my dear daughter, Diamond Dazzle Tiara more than ever: she’s starting to remind me of my youth shared with Spoiled Milk, if not more so than her in particular far back in our day; the only good thing I can say about her is that she’s outgrown her classist ways my wife has been imprinting onto since foalhood no less. Nevertheless, I tend to worry about our daughter anyways ever since she’d become a fully grown mare over the years all the same: everyday I see stories on and off the news about today’s youth wandering aimlessly about through life as it passes them by; even now, I’d even been hearing rumors regarding large groups of them in some wild parties that would put Pinkie Pie to shame. In any case, that would explain the photo which had been found recently in the refrigerator yesterday afternoon so to speak: it seems to me it reminds me something that had happened last year at some farmer’s market or something else like it altogether; additionally, there was a report of some old stallion destroying a museum painting sometime in the holiday season not long ago. Perhaps, they must be all connected somehow but if that’s the case, then what’s the reason for all of this here and there no less: a few decades ago, they would’ve been ripped straight on out of the movies we’d happened to see late at night in the cinema; did they happen to take inspiration from all this just to make a few measly bits for themselves to spend on whatever heart’s desire?”

“Mister Rich, are you okay…?” a stray corporeal voice escaped into the brown stallion’s ears after a brief tap on the door altogether.

This was enough to break the titular tenant’s train of thought completely as he’d replied at once, “yeah, I’m fine; I was just about to leave the building already…”

“Do you need any help along the way, sir…?” the same speaker from before had asked the brown stallion all the same, the latter already using that time to take a stand keenly straightaway, “I’m going to be locking up the place soon for the night guards to take over for the rest of the evening…”

“Not at all, colt: as far as I see it, I’m not going to let my age slow me down yet; besides, I have a wife and daughter to come back home to and I won’t keep them waiting any much longer…” Rich answered again as he’d turned to face the doorway where the primary voice had originated from overall.

It didn’t take much for a response from a silhouette the brown stallion had came in closing contact with as the latter was fast approaching so to speak of, the former shrouded in mystery, “yeah, good luck with that: I’m looking forward to clocking out myself anyway; need to prepare for the big summer vacation for my family and this extra cash is too good to pass up for me…”

“I know and I got plenty of products to sell come Monday morning but now my family needs me to be there tonight no less…” Rich said as he’d begun to open the door, finding a similar stallion afore the former: tall, pale, and scrawny in a teal uniform, “besides, maybe it’d be time I ask Diamond about where she’d been spending her first weekend of summer with in the meantime.”

“I’ll see you then; for now, have a nice night, sir…” the corporeal speaker had replied as a slender broom was firmly in both hands at once, currently not paying any mind to the brown stallion the former had been focused onto before.

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. 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 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, hence grainy imagery. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within the very vantage points overall.

Before its projected state were two ponies alike in indecency and libidinousness: Smudge Proof lounging about in a red chair and Silver Wing sitting atop of him as they were facing the screen. Already they were bearing witness to Yona already lain flat on her back in the altogether as a shamrock stallion with darker tresses was lapping at her sheath while in the water so to speak of. They were staring at them anyway without any fear of being spotted, enamored by their shared performance thanks to their differences, known and otherwise, as far as the rest were concerned. To the pair onscreen, none of it’d mattered to either of them whatsoever, especially considering that the chocolatey yak was leaking about profusely thanks to her lover’s recent efforts overall. Likewise, the viewers at rest were too lethargic to object since their visages were instantaneously colored in a crimson hue, the same region they could find in the performers in question therein. Either way, it was all the same in almost every direction, active and otherwise, something that in which others like, and unlike, them could all relate to in some form and/or fashion nevertheless. Reeking with lust within, it wasn’t long until the same stallion from before rose further upwardly from the water and climb atop Yona to steal a kiss from her with only the slightest hesitation. Such was the liveliness being aptly exhibited by the mismatched twosome already, osculating themselves in the throes of their own passions as far as the white unicorn and silver pegasus see.

Speaking of which, out of the two in question, Smudge Proof wasted no time in commenting on the scene in seconds no less, “look at that, to be young and in young…”

Even though that the sounds from the moving pictures were nonexistant, they could tell that the performers in particular were aroused by the stimulation of their mutual presence; after all, the darkening bridge between the latter pair wasn’t even enough so to speak of. The white unicorn could barely help himself but drool and blush now that Silver Wing soon felt a part of himself inside of her grow exponentially, albeit smaller; in no time, she, too, had begun to driveled on from her mouth to a lesser extent in general to say the least.

“Oh, master… I still can’t believe this is whom Sandbar has brought to New Horseleans just recently for the occasion…” the silver pegasus cooed affectionately, looking on at the sight of the eponymous equine now placing a hand on his shaft, “it’ll still be a miracle that his seed will be able to fill this yak with an offspring of theirs; it’s actually kind of rare for these pairings…”

“In all fairness, I was expecting the young lad to show up in Vanhoover last year with the Crusaders: the mane was nothing short of a dead giveaway so to speak of; perhaps that might as well explain Rainbow Harmony’s first appearance and performance…” Smudge Proof chuckled freely as the sight and substance of subjects had played onward to their collective content.

Silver Wing couldn’t resist laughing lightly as she’d stood up and presented her dripping flanks, “in any case, this may as well be her metamorphosis from the frigid Fluttershy figure to the raring–to–go Wonderbolt Captain everyone in Equestria knows and loves, especially considering how fast she’d learnt since last year, master…”

“Of course, we’ll still be expecting her appearance all throughout thanks to her mane and tail, something a few can understand…” the white unicorn had yawned as he felt his yard becoming free again while drenched in a similar solution from before so to speak, “Toola–Roola and her friend, Coconut Cream alongside Flutterbye were just the first of the bunch in Rosemound…”

“I know that: it’s actually pretty rare for the likes of Flutterbye and Rainbow Harmony to be born anywhere, in or out of Equestria; as a matter of fact, such a commonality in particular is enough for such confusion to take place even in an age with developing technologies and the like, sir…” the silver pegasus had stifled instantaneously a sigh from her own lips suffice it to say overall.

Smudge Proof had rolled his ocular nerves and replied simply at the brief twirl that Silver Wing had performed afore himself, “hence the need for editing hardware and software: this particular field of film industry, mainstream and otherwise, can ill afford to have their own identities compromised by such an appearance; even a certain Bearer had a cameo afore her calling…”

“Actually, that was for a minor role she’d played as far as we’d remembered so to speak of: a certain costumed she–demon…” the silver pegasus had huffed before facing the white unicorn with a salacious smirk planted firmly upon the visage altogether, “it’s a shame she was barely of age here and even then, she never did get any action on or offscreen if you know what I mean…”

Silver Wing couldn’t do much but comeback, albeit face–to–face with Smudge Proof directly, undercarriage making contact with prepuce as he’d watched the chocolatey yak getting stained. Since the silver pegasus was now firmly grasping the white unicorn’s back, it was now time for him to return the favor, even as his eyes were firmly on both Sandbar and Yona so to speak of. Stringency had made a resurgence thanks to the depths and width of Silver Wing’s flowerbed now that Smudge Proof’s shaft was exploring their boundaries altogether in only second no less. Still, the white unicorn was watching as the chocolatey yak from before turning around in place and presenting her haunches before the shamrock stallion slowly with but only a smile anyway. Such resistance was next to nothing as far as the silver pegasus was concern since her own jaded orbs were no longer facing the scene unfolding afore Smudge Proof so to speak of either way. Something awaken in the white unicorn when he’d became tumescent, thanks to Sandbar’s unbridled lust as he was now starting to grind the yard in between Yona’s fundament so gently. Subsequentially, the sight along was enough for Smudge Proof to push himself further into Silver Wing almost instantaneously, catching the latter off–guard as she’d struggled to stabilize. Soon enough, the silver pegasus was moaning more loudly than the chocolatey yak ever did or could, panting and heaving now that the white unicorn was moving in synchronicity all the way. Smudge Proof bucked himself into Silver Wing greatly enough ‘til they’d both heard a wet pop; afterwards, their loins had become stained with the similar fluid covering much of Yona’s front.

“My little cumslut, you did it again; just when it’d looked like that this was it for the night, there was one more surprise awaiting us: you made me cum too…” the white unicorn had groaned happily as the two viewers finally relented once more, panting for some oxygen to regain some strength reserved for watching the rest of the clipped cinematic compilation to its conclusion.

Too lethargic to break away from the organic appendage compared to earlier ago, the silver pegasus mewed about lustfully, “thank you, master… it was the least I can do as a property of your love; after all, watching your fascination with interspecies relationships was enough to strike a fancy with your dick: it’s a shame that these two aren’t going to be in Whinnyapolis.”

“I know and she would’ve like its cold air more than either the heat and humidity down there so to speak of, my dear Winger…” Smudge Proof sighed as he’d held Silver Wing tightly that ever in spite of what had happened recently between themselves, “after all, Trottingham was her first and we’d all seen what she and her coltfriend had been doing since their shared arrival no less.”

At long last, it was now time for the twosome in question to leave themselves to sleep, apathetic to the moving pictures nearby: since none of the characters, known and unknown, possessed any awareness, nothing would serve as a distraction anyways; after all, they’d both started snoring.