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.