Author's Note

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

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still being owned by Smudge Proof alone, this chapter's layout is inspired by the ending(s) of Bronystories' Swingerville, deserving of a special shout–out from me and some thanks as well as that one scene from Revenge of the Nerds.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the final chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about an entire fortnight for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I'd plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Triangular Prismatine Sensualities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dark skies were finally over the lands, painted with the clusters of stars and a silver crescent already shining the way for many of its observers underneath. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that had ensued right below earlier. Ever since the atmosphere itself wasn't even cold enough to freeze the most purest of waters, it still had some warmth retained to not let it come to pass at all. Generally speaking, due to such lukewarm temperatures, there was an utter lacking of any precipitation supersaturating any kind of terrain whatsoever. Of course, only few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mixture of fascination and frustration unbecoming nonetheless.

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

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

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

The titular traveler talked tersely, “Danny…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. A small screen had resided about in an orderly fashion against the darkness before the enemy red dawn with pictures of mares and stallions along others. Already in the throes of concupiscence moving onward, the most that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, hence grainy imagery. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within the very vantage points overall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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