Author's Note

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

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: 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.