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.