Bonsoirs D'Nos Amis À Whinnyapolis

Chapters

Crystalline Nightskies
Princess Amethyst
Precious Topaz
Underground Umber Utilities
Pseudoscientific Chatoyance

Crystalline Nightskies

Author's Note

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

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Smudge Proof himself and Silver Wing; in addition, others such as Samoa, Berry Munch, Dulce Deleche, Trefoil, Savannah Smile, and Do–Si–Do belong to ArtAnon.

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

Crystalline Nightskies

To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a great overestimation for an utter lack of better terms to say the very least; however, it didn’t change the reality of it all. An abundance of stormclouds were found to be clogging up the firmament, dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon the world below itself before solidifying about. The target in question was a large conurbation, a series of tall buildings with its lights and sounds out and about as they guided the way all throughout for all its denizens. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregious to be standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance therein. Only signs of life brewing through the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were a dyed deep blue with a small collection of vessel in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very city, there was but a quintet of ponies who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance. The party of five had possessed a few certain commonalities: their tresses flowed out with more than one color and heavy clothing upon their bodies. Of course, there were some significant differences all of them had as well, something that many like them would care less about to say the very least.

Their collective sense of fashion was certainly suitable for the very environment they were all in, something the equines had constructed as their identities to help any and all potential denizens differentiate between one another. For starters, the first of which was a petite pink pony with long tresses having bore every color of the rainbow, save for green; a thick purple sweater and sky blue pants with green earmuffs were found to be on their wearer’s body. The second of the quintet was a silver heavyweight with locks of yellow, green, and purple all tied up at the end; a simple combination of a thick white jacket with matching pants current had adorned their owner’s integuments. Walking in the middle was an azure unicorn with darker eyes and spiky hair with a gold accent, bearing an angular jaw compared to the rounded counterparts; a crimson tracksuit covered up much of the wearer, save for a face. Dressed in jet–black was a fruity pegasus bearing a brilliant tangelo painting the otherwise open integuments; like the intermediary nearby, the former also bore eyes of blue but had every color of the spectrum on display at once. The last of these wasn’t like the others and for good reason alone: unlike the others, the hanger–on was a zebra, devoid of all meaningful color, save for some orchids; in addition, a reflective vest was found over the gray cloak.

“How much further are we to the Alps, Coconut Cream…?” the pink lightweight asked whilst looking throughout the urbanized landscape.

It didn’t take long for the titular traveler to reply, “about a half–hour from where we’re walking at this rate, Toola–Roola; if we take the rail, then we’ll all get there faster: the party won’t start until in at least an hour from now…”

“It’s a good thing we’ve made copies of the city map prior to traveling: considering the new location, Whinnyapolis is less populous compared to Manehattan; still, it’d help to figure out how to get there…” the azure unicorn heaved, gripping the piece of paper firmly within the left hand against the shine in the storm, “come to think, why this place…?”

“Must be another special occasion they’d said; at least it’s a fortnight before Hearths Warming: nopony won’t even have to worry about us missing our friends or family…” the flier in black had soon exhaled as the driving winds crawled past their hooves at once, looking at how the streets around themselves were being overrun with snow.

The shining pedestrian held onto the fruity pegasus tightly whilst shivering about slowly in the shadowed snowstorm, “I still wonder about the others: Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do, and Berry are mothers; Dulce and the rest are trying, if you know what I’m implying…”

“Your troop already, Samoa…?” Toola–Roola asked in an instant, both eyes darting about within their confined space as they were still traveling onward, “I’m pretty sure they’re doing just fine all the same; after all, the Filly Guides are the best…”

“I know that for a fact, even without a pact: I’ve been with them since foalhood and the times are still going good…” the eponymous mare spoke softly, staring at the snowflakes sparkling about in the airstreams for a few seconds no less.

A smile appeared upon the silver heavyweight’s visage as a reply escaped from there at once, “I’m still amazed by it too but don’t let what happened in the past distract you from the now; after all, they’d achieved their dreams long time ago. For what it’s worth, I’ve already believed that you can be a mother just like the mares you’d been friends with since then; after all, you’ve chose to be with others whom cared for you as yourself, even in spite of your differences in the eyes of the colorblind and/or ignorant to this very day so to speak of.”

“Even so, I still can’t help myself but to think how different I am to yourself…” Samoa had said to Coconut Cream somberly, still looking away from the others all the same, “I can care less about everyday pelf, especially those spit upon those in a stonedelf; it’s what happened with my kind that matters, all thanks to Zecora whose return was to clear her platter. Up until that decade ago when she’d a place and a reason to go, I was nothing short of perfectly happy compared to a blonde without a zappy: if anything, then I’d felt at home without any woe. I’d thought that good times would last if we’d had these events in the past yet then it seems I’m out of touch no less: the world remains a mess and there are others treated as outcasts; ponies and others alike felt left out and about even without meeting up with any low class lout. Yet their biggest challenge’s finding a place in Equestria, filling the empty space that is within their bodies with aim to the top as ace…”

“I agree with you ‘cause I was friends with a certain earth pony, though I’m pretty sure that you’d already know that; after all, we’ve both first met at that Crusaders’ Day Camp about a decade ago before we had our cutie marks…” he’d answered before spotting something sitting near the street, a lone bench nestled inside a glassy booth.

It wasn’t even long until all of the quintet were found to be taking refuge at once, looking at the line of vehicles up in front by yards away as the flurries grew. Stood right over the sides were long lines of buildings made from various materials and heights, each capable of storing people and products all the same way. The thick layers of clothing on the backs of their owners hadn’t just simply kept the party of five comfy but also in decent company despite the wintry weather. Keeping in tune with the collective objective at hand, the azure unicorn had quickly looked both ways at a street afore their hooves to find nothing whatsoever. All that they were only hoping for was a large enough vehicle of any sort befitting their current needs, especially in regards to their descending temperatures.

Within only seconds’ time, a long and slender conveyance had stopped itself nearby the very curbside, steely bright with plum tinted windows and some copper finishes with a few individuals storming outwardly.

The lone zebra said to the fruity pegasus at once, “well, here’s our ride; I suppose I’ll confide that a trip should help us all get to the other side… right, Flutterbye…?”

“That’s the spirit, Samoa; we knew you can do it…!” the eponymous compeer said before all of them began to board the large vehicle, each and every pedestrian currently becoming passengers at once as they searched for their chosen seats, “besides, I’m sure you’ll like the party that Smudge Proof is hosting for us; after all, we’d first met together in Rosemound two years ago…”

It wasn’t long until they were newly sheltered from the very elements in question, the quintet able to take solace in the mobile scenery presented by glass windows; even though they were all safe and sound, every single one of them knew it was only a matter of time before they’d find themselves right back out in the cold like before.

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

For what it was worth, things were already hot and heavy: the countless mists and moisture were overwhelming, quickly bound to a single area where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The flooring within was firmly solidified since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath them all. Every wall had been painted in a delicately light coat of such faint taupe, already contrasted by the creamy lemon ceiling right above the heated atmosphere, all retaining their forms and colors. Aside from a single circular window peering towards the sky, a mirror was also found albeit in a rectangular shape that was being shared by the sliding doors standing directly across the former. A large body of water dominated much of the ground, being the source of all the sweltering air as some bubbles and froth were sliding upon its surface area with the random ripples to and fro. Its details were made possible by the bright lights held up by the pillars and railings hanging above, bearing a plasma white scheme as they illuminated the watery place and its surroundings.

There were at least several mares present and accounted for, all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks. The first was a stout redhead, coated in a thickly bright cherry with big eyes of glazed violet, lounging about in the waters with a purple collar. The second one right behind the pony was a thin, mustard ginger with big brown eyes, happily washing her target’s bare back and tresses in red. Two more mares were found standing high and dry, kissing one another as they had also donned red collars: a blonde pegasus and a minty unicorn. The only one whom had more clothing than the quartet was another gingerly mare with freckles beneath her tense green orbs and a black collar.

“You know, this actually reminds me of what had happened two years ago: all of us in some big city in the middle of a blizzard; this is rather unexpected, especially since Samoa will be heading in last in time for all of this to begin again…” the lanky observer commentated, hearing osculation amongst the wet mist they were all in without a care in the whole world.

The blonde mare had cooed after breaking away from her minted counterpart’s lips, opening up her solid green eyes without even so much as a care in the world whatsoever, “I agree, sug: it seems that Tag–A–Long is first to be out and about as always; I guess she was already looking forward to this ever since the five of us were all in Trottingham last year…”

“I never expected to see that scrawny stallion yet again, let alone still be with her of all ponies either; what does she see in him…?” the cold unicorn had spat out at once whilst revealing the icy blue, a visage now getting tainted with some crimson instantaneously, “it’d seemed like yesterday when he’d caught us in the hotel room years ago making some sweet love together…”

“You know, Trefoil, sometimes you gotta let go of the past for the sake of the present and future: it’s not like he was expecting to meet up with us for the first time like this, especially naked…” the yellow pegasus had giggled before nuzzling her aforementioned colleague’s forehead gently, stealing a lick from the latter’s horn without any warning whatsoever.

The mustard ginger had looked at her jet–black ensemble: long dress, short skirt, panties, and stockings with garter belts; the only exceptions, a simple white hat matching the belt provided no coverage as she spoke, “still, it’s nice to do it again, having some fun with Lickety Split like we done every year: first Rosemound, then Trottingham, now Whinnyapolis; it’s nothing to me…”

“And why is that: the first time you’d met, you were griping about them already but now you’d grown accustomed; what changed?” the wet correspondent in the pool with the stout redhead had asked, pointing at the lanky mare’s attire without fear or derision at all, “perhaps all that time you’d spent with him had be growing on you more than you’d honestly expected, Do–Si–Do…”

“I guess you can call it that, Dulce; as far as I’d seen it, I never saw myself as someone whom would kiss mares or let them kiss me the same way he’d kiss stallions and vice versa…” the eponymous occupant had sighed freely, giving off a small smile in the process as she was now staring at the glass ceiling above themselves.

The minty unicorn also exhaled before locking lips with the blonde mare once again, this time with feeling, “there’s no shame in it, Do–Si–Do: none of us had judged each other for kissing other mares when we’d grown up, not even Samoa; as a matter of fact, I was surprised that Dulce would be the last to do so, let alone after Berry and Tag–A–Long…”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the doors were opened, prompting the quintet to turn their eyes towards the individuals whom made their way inside. Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two more mares were approaching and the wind began to howl from where they had just entered. Both of them had possessed such commonalities: some purple tresses, collars wrapped around their necklines, and ice cold irises within themselves. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were both traveling on was already at an end, unclothed and dry so to speak.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same as most of the equines who were already in attendance, they too possessed differences many could identify at once almost instantly. For starters, one of the mares was but a white unicorn with tresses of both purple and pink curls vying for dominance whereas the other was an orange pegasus whose solid rough was discovered in both her tresses and orbs here. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in ocular composition between the two of them standing about: only the creamy mare had donned jade orbs, light and faint compared to Do–Si–Do as well as the yellow pegasus. Thirdly, the white unicorn in question maintained a thinly toned figure with flanks illustrating pink quavers in a purple star shade over a reddish shield while the fruity flier was smaller with a similar shape of a thunderbolt. In addition, all that the creamy mare was wearing right around her neckline was but a jet–black collar, matching most of Do–Si–Do’s attire; as for the fruity flier, it was red as an apple but lacking in any nutrition already.

“Excuse us, we’d heard this was the bath; we’d just finished undressing earlier after we got our collars: we’d expected more…” the white unicorn was the first to speak out of the twosome whom arrived in time, catching the others off–guard instantaneously, “anyway, where are the others: did Samoa arrive with the rest of you earlier; what about Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do…?”

“To answer your question, Samoa’s running late catching a ride with some old friends on the way here; as for Tag–A–Long, you might find her with Morty soon enough, Sweetie Belle…” the lanky ginger groaned as the newfound twosome gently shut the door behind themselves immediately.

The orange pegasus wasted no time at all in asking the rest of them as she’d approached the pool, “I guess it’d go the same for Babs: I hope she can handle the whole ordeal; we haven’t seen her together with Snips at all since Rosemound…”

Beyond the event horizon were a series of buildings surrounded by a vast wilderness composed of ice and snow with an abundance of trees scattered about within the cold distance no less. From the looks of it all, the area seemed no better than a small farm but light on both residency and agriculture even to be focused on a stable industry, compared to the rest of city at large. The various roofs upon the buildings within the area had maintained a variety of colorful clashed shades and hues crying out for warmth through its elaborate exteriors because of the snow. Many of the wholesome windows were either closed off or obscured by its blinds, each of them having already been tinted with deep shades of midnight blue as each flake clung to glass. It even had a series of open pathways amalgamated together to make a spectral tree; however, the weather conditions had limited such visibility, hence the need for some illumination. One thing that stood out and about were but a series of lifts carried about by thick wires large enough to transport themselves up and down the slopes of anyone’s choice so to speak of.

Standing outside were five ponies from earlier before, all of whom currently serving as lonely intermediaries facing the gates upfront within full view. The air was cold and cruel to a fault: not only it’d been killing plants and freezing water alike, they’ve threatened the livelihoods of all the pedestrians. A scarcity of flora and topiary were also present, great and small, yet they’d hibernated about right beneath the very whims of the blinding blizzard. Beneath their hooves were thin layers of snow and sleet covering up the ground; despite the frigidity of it all, the ground they stood upon was solid.

“I can’t believe it; this is exactly the place he’s hosting a party: a ski resort right here in Whinnyapolis, of all places…!” whispered the azure unicorn softly as he was standing more up close and personally compared to the mares nearby in the process, “who would even guess that he’d be able to rent this one out for the overnight?!”

“What is there to believe and/or disbelieve, Skeedaddle: the fact that Smudge Proof’s doing it here or that we’d to travel all the way over from Ponyville to see it; if anything, then what…?” the silver heavyweight replied as she’d stared at the surroundings making up the very area in question.

Samoa started searching for the entrance straightaway, breaking away from the others as she’d cerebrated about no less so to speak, “it’s only a matter of time until Pipsqueak arrive upon the rime: I hope he makes it here too, as the others would do, for more than just lemon and lime…”

“What’s the password…?” a voice had garbled, masculine as Skeedaddle albeit aged by at least a decade ahead, after Samoa found a white button and pressed it at once, “this is a private party tonight…”

“Rebornica Bones…?” the azure unicorn stuttered as he’d reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a fruity envelope instantaneously: it was colored with a small series of stripes such as purple, gold, and copper alongside some metallic accentuations sprinkled in; reopening the flap, a paper with some words were found within seconds.

The intercom buzzed as the steely gates soon opened up afore the quintet slowly as it could be done so to speak of; it was at this point that they were free to venture inwardly at once, no longer bound to the cold equations, “access granted – head on down to the Shoichet annex where the visitors are being processed; follow the matching lights and you’ll be there soon enough…”

Of the many in attendance, Skeedaddle was the first to explore the confines of the very factory his hooves and the fabric over them now tinted with the bright colors nearby as they went in; where their eyes had failed, it was up to the rest of their senses to pick up the pieces and pace therein to take in the details provided by this verbal clearance almost immediately all the while. Needless to say, the party of five had nothing else besides each others’ company and the lights guiding their way throughout the premises, currently gasping in awe at the sights and structures already provided as they’d followed the very pathway underneath the ice and snow accumulating about due the gathering storm still in effect, mindful of its rather untapped potential nevertheless. Even so, they were relieved to be given the time and place thereof, happy to find others like and, perhaps, unlike them out of the cold and into warm interiors which were making up the bulk of the entire environment; as far as they could even see it, the beginning was on the horizon for the night was young, just like them, despite the shine in the storm already within clear view no less.

“Hello, Mister Smudge Proof…” the lonely lightweight said at long last as he among the quintet have finally discovered the very edifice in question without complaints: true to the information provided, the thick dimensions have been painted in a fulsome texture with a lonely spectral door to knock upon, “are you there…? It’s just us: Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream, Skeedaddle, Flutterbye, and Samoa; we’ve all gotten the invitations for the party here tonight… I hope that’s okay with you…”

“Of course, you can come in now; it’s safe here… after all, we’ve been waiting for you all the same, especially since last time, are we right…?” a dry voice had made it through to the visiting party of five as a small crack was formed before their very eyes, giving off a faint light as it’d originated from a closed crystalline candelabrum.

Coconut Cream had replied bravely as she and her colleagues were pulling out the very same envelopes from before within an instant, “yeah… we still have the invites sent to us a month ago…”

Sure enough, the crack in the door had grown wider as the shivering quintet were finally granted safe passage in the building almost immediately. Now that they’d came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the equines in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the very visitors’ eyes: a table here and a drawer there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in their collective way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleekly jet–black strands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were of a balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a singular nevus residing right beneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simplistic: scarlet hat, orange longcoat, gold bowtie, grayscale undershirt, and black pants thereof.

“Well, then, let’s get started already…” the host in question had wasted no time whatsoever in giving off a wry smile as he’d spoken to the party of five almost immediately, “there’s a dressing room inside where you can all change into something more comfortable for the occasion here…”

“With pleasure… besides, we can’t wait to see our friends here, especially Pipsqueak and Kettle Corn…!” the fruity pegasus had whinnied, holding the lone zebra tightly as they’d started to blush from the sensation alone, especially given the fact the former was resting a left hand upon the latter’s abdomen gently.

Samoa had struggled to maintain her composure amongst the compeers whom were thankful to be out of the blizzard, still awaiting with an anticipatory bated breath for the entire night as she’d prattled on patiently, “I know: I can’t wait to see him either…”

The lone zebra couldn’t resist looking behind their surroundings as their own past footprints either were melting away on the inside or being covered up by the whiteout in nature so to speak; then, her orchid eyes faced the same direction her friends were focusing on as the future was coming alive before themselves all the same suffice to say.

Princess Amethyst

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 one thing: Ashvale will be appearing and she's based on Leela from Futurama.

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 under a month for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site, especially since I had plenty more to write about last year; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again soon enough, like before.

Princess Amethyst

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 lights, which were suspended by about few meters from the ground, were white hot, bright enough to shine its colors all throughout the way. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in sturdy fibers of violet flagstone while being seven yards away from the center. A few windows were found to be displaying pictures of a snowstorm taking place outside, its driving downpour and frigidity beating against the glass. The flooring was basked in a tufted carpentry rich in a darker shade, purchased from the distant lands at fair bargains before being cleaned thoroughly. The very place was garnished with fine furniture in various shapes, sizes, and shades: couches, chairs, and cushions made with the same soft materials. There were circular tables covered in white linen with a bouquet of flowers inside a porcelain vase at the center, sequestered to the side with foodstuff. A composition of strings and brass mixed together were calmly played by a nearby phonograph, filling the air 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 only one had both; of course, there were a few exceptions. Many of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of violas in various shades, styles, and spans alike, another major factor also easily noticeable. Even more obvious was the sheer fact a vast majority of them in there was in the altogether; 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 howling winds outside.

Out of many, one lone yellow mare was found to be standing up about right nearby a windowsill, leaning against the wall with her bare back. Sets of straight red tresses were found making its very way throughout her back, its solid color already speaking loudly and proudly about. Found on the mare’s head was a light pink bow resting on them, creating a piece of shade from the reflected light with an illustrious sheen. Around her luxurious pupils, circles of orange were already widened with her coy smile as they had been both offset by clusters of freckles. In regards to the redhead’s attire, all that she wore around her neck was a red collar that was in the go–between of her tresses and hairbow. Considering the utter lack of clothing thereof, her slender body showed off her petite bosoms, miniature umbilicus, and a slender fork. Resting upon her flanks was a purple tinted apple with a heart of a lighter shade inside a tricolor shield painted in that alongside red and pink.

Standing right at the opposite end was an orange stallion looking back at the redhead and the snowfall that was still taking place outside. A moderate shade of deep purple tresses were found to be slicked back, matching his lidded eyes despite being of a different shade altogether. Like herself, the orange stallion was also in the altogether, already showing off his limber but muscular frame and his wavering shaft too. Donned right upon his very flanks was a rather simplistic illustration of a big black cylinder hat standing almost against a conical spotlight.

“So Tender Taps, what do ya want to do now…?” the freckled redhead had giggled at the eponymous male diffidently.

It wasn’t long until he answered back nervously, “whatever we want… heh, what do you want, Apple Bloom…?”

“Well then, let’s just say that what Ah want involves dancing, but much more than the steps…” she sighed before trotting over to Tender Taps’ side, gently stroking her dainty fingers across his faintly toned abdomen, “just the tips, just the tips, what Ah want is much more than just the tips…”

Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the orange stallion’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 surrendered themselves upon the cherry carpeting beneath them: Apple Bloom 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 Tender Taps transferred his lips from the target down to her neckline, he’d then exhaled dioxide from both nostrils, breathing down her literally. Only then when the orange stallion’s tongue started licking the redhead’s shoulder she’d felt the sensation crawl around, not caring due to anticipation. Once immediately, her smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bust in between delivering pleasure hoped for, silently whining about. 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.

Nearby the twosome were four other ponies also in the altogether: aside from Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, there was another mare and stallion barely alike in fair dignity at first. Like the orange stallion’s lover, they’d possessed certain commonalities: warmly tresses flowing outward, height and stature, and perspiration donned right over their very bodies. Of course, there were many significant differences in between the two observers in question, not that anyone else would’ve bothered to pay attention for the most part so to speak.

Speaking of the two though, they were the ones whom happened to be faraway from each other to watch them get lost in the throes of their passion throughout the passing time. For starters, though white, the lack of a horn and some blonde tresses sat its wearer apart from the unicorn whilst chocolate and ginger did the same compared to Tender Taps. Secondly, there was also but a slight difference in composition between the two of them standing about: only the blonde mare had some more curves than the chocolatey stallion. Thirdly, emerald splashed irises were the only trait that was shared with Sweetie Belle while the ginger onlooker’s amber waves solid enough to put the former’s tresses to shame. Of the twosome in question, the blonde mare had the smallest cleavage with but a thinly tinted pinkness while the chocolatey stallion’s rather reedy body served as proof overall. While the white regular had a slice of a citric fruit with all the colors of a rainbow adorning the flanks, the ginger onlooker carried a grayscale geometrical shape so equilateral. Like Apple Bloom and the orange pegasus nearby, the blonde mare wore a red collar; as for the chocolatey stallion had a beanie of a completed spectrum with green propellers.

Even though that the other ponies in attendance were moaning about, the particular gang of four were treated to the sight of the orange stallion planting his kisses about onto yellow redhead: of them, the ginger onlooker had stammered about, “you know, I’m feeling very conflicted about how I’m supposed to feel watching this…”

“Then don’t just watch, gamer boy…” the white unicorn cooed, catching the chocolatey stallion off–guard by pulling him aside away from the others, “come here…!”

“Wait a second, what are you doing, Sweetie Belle?!” the ginger onlooker had exclaimed before locking lips with the titular tenant.

The white unicorn quickly broke away with a smirk and sniggered about, “if I had recalled correctly, Button Mash, I was told this was a party so the least we can do is let loose and do what our friends are doing…”

“Oh, Tender… tap me hard…!” Apple Bloom cooed delightfully, effortlessly feeling great hotness in a jiff thanks to the aforementioned stallion lapping at her sheath, “go ahead and drink mah cider already…!”

“So maybe, you know, join the club…?” Sweetie Belle murmured before quickly smacking a grab onto Button’s flanks nearby his simplistic symbol upon them.

After a blankly shot yelp, the chocolatey stallion moaned, “kiss me hard on the mouth, why don’t you…?”

“You wanna kiss me, Swellfoot?” the white unicorn had snarled all frolicsome in an instant, grabbing Button by his prepuce quickly, “let me tell you a little secret: we’re gonna fuck the fuck outta each other until ya get drained…!”

With little warning whatsoever, Sweetie Belle osculated the chocolatey stallion; their eyes now also accented by blushing since they’d surrendered themselves to their lusts. Even though Button was trembling about, his apprehension had become affected by the white unicorn’s enthusiasm with both their tongues slipping out in ecstasy in sync. Out of the two whom had now collapsed on the flooring, the chocolately stallion pushed himself into Sweetie Belle’s whispering eye, still tongue–tied in the ardent embrace. Adding to their wet and wild state was the salivation growing all throughout their very muzzles as soon as they’d broken away from one another once again instantaneously. Sure enough, Button had started grabbing onto the white unicorn’s bosoms for some support, making her cough out a wet and messy but contented moan in the process.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Sweetie Belle…” the chocolatey stallion had strained out a warning to the eponymous mare, stopping himself gently.

The white unicorn had opened up her mouth wider and huffed, “then aim for my hot lips, Buttfuck…!”

“Are you sure about this, Sweetie Belle…?” Button shuddered as he’d taken up his tumescent yard and held its slick form away from the titular target already, “what if I miss and blind you…?”

“Don’t worry about me going blind; after all, I’m as white as a ghost…!” the aforementioned mare had sniggered.

It didn’t take long for the chocolatey stallion to just go on ahead and pat his shaft reluctantly, already feeling the colorless fluid upon the surface area. Only the recent stardust memories mixed in with the sight and sound of the yellow mare being explored by her orange lover had served as aid already. Tensed up from the fervent excursion which was cut short by the white unicorn’s demands, it was only a matter of time before Button could fulfill it. After a brief while in due time, the chocolatey stallion had finally expelled a scream and a shot in the open air and onto Sweetie Belle’s face respectively.

Almost immediately, it was also at this very point in time that both Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s hands making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines. Contentedly, the yellow mare had started mollycoddling the orange stallion’s prepuce playfully by using a few of her own fingers to tickle its tip; in response, he’d gotten aroused and stuck out his tongue up at her fork almost immediately, fully aware of its saturated state. Apple Bloom swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and moaning quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage before she decided to do the same to Tender Taps’ yard and proceeded to forward her hot and heavy lips around it all. Each time that the orange stallion felt the yellow mare stimulating, pumping, and licking his unyielding prepuce, it started to get harder so he was returning the favor; quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started rubbing up and down. Because Tender Taps’ tongue was already intertwined with Apple Bloom’s sheath and vice versa with the yard, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their very own lips and tongues bringing pleasure to one other, timing notwithstanding so to speak. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started to transfer so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; however, only the yellow mare began to break away after getting her fill instantaneously.

While this was happening, the white regular had watched as Apple Bloom then sat onto Tender Taps’ shaft and started gyrating about without a care. The blonde mare was watching the yellow redhead’s whispering eye now being lunged at with hungry eyes and a burning desire as well so to speak. Frequent moans by Apple Bloom left the white regular in a slight hypnotic trance at the state the former had already discovered herself in completely.

It wasn’t long until the blonde mare started drooling only to be interrupted by Scootaloo’s voice, “Lemon, are you okay…?”

“Huh… Scootaloo…?” the titular tenant gurgled about, turning around to face the nearby orange pegasus at once, “you want to do me as well…?”

“That’s what you were thinking about…?” Scootaloo had stuttered about almost instantaneously, still listening to the yellow mare moaning.

Nodding off slowly, the blonde mare said, “ehh… more or less…”

“Let’s do it now; the night is young and so are we, my little pussy…!” the orange pegasus had snarled playfully at Lemon, taking the latter by the hand as they’d stepped away from Apple Bloom, “don’t keep this Wonderbolt fan of yours waiting any longer now…!”

“How would you like it if I grabbed your clit and started fingering it, Scoots…?” the blonde mare had giggled about as their hands currently explored each other’s integumentary systems slowly but surely.

Scootaloo sighed, sending Lemon out to stick a leftmost hand down inside the former’s swimsuit white the other had still latched onto the fragile bust on the adjacent side, “do it, Lemon: shove them into my pussy already; it’s already on fire…! Yeah, fingerbang me for the win, Lemon… fingerbang like the world shouldn’t give a fuck about our love lives…”

“Why should they…?” the blonde mare sighed after breaking away from the orange pegasus from the bone dry pecks, “ah, what a fucking relief it is…”

“I know, right: it’s not everyday we get to go to the ski resort at this time of year, especially with snow so thick there would plenty leftover for Hearthswarming; come to think of it, have you ever went skiing before…?” Scootaloo inquired before latching at her winged counterpart’s bust briefly.

Lemon turnt to take note of the teeming yet thin throngs of travelers like they themselves before answering the orange pegasus, “I don’t see any reason why, Scootaloo; even if I’d won the sweepstakes, I still wouldn’t handle it anyway: my coat blends in with the snow all too easily so to speak…”

“It’s okay; there’s a beginner born every second on this planet: besides, they didn’t call me Scootaloo for no reason…” the eponymous mare had said softly as she was now putting a finger up to the blonde mare’s muzzle gently altogether, “”

“Okay…!” Scootaloo said, “go right ahead…”

Out of the many others within the vicinity of the very room, a lonely mare was discovered to be standing out and about, lightly coated in a raspberry scheme. All the tresses were colored vividly in orchid, its mane all split into twin tails complete with both elastic bands of arctic blue matching their owner’s eyes as is. The only fabric the raspberry mare wore was a red collar, showing off muscles on her otherwise dainty and buxom form including a hedgehog over the flanks.

“Are you okay, miss; is there something wrong here: you alone or something…?” a question was heard immediately; while it was obviously clear the sensation the muscular lightweight had experienced hadn’t went unnoticed, none of the others or their partners made the attempt to speak about it whatsoever: far too gentle for either of them.

As soon as the raspberry mare turned around, the source in question led her to find another like her, also alone but more relaxed so far along the way. Unlike the muscular lightweight, the speaker was a middleweight coated with a down–to–earth scheme, bearing a large cleavage but not out of shape. A jet–black ensemble consisting of only a mask, collar, cuffs, boots, panties, and stockings with a garter belt were all that their wearer had altogether. One thing making the middleweight stand out and about was an enormous singular eye: although doubled the size of regular eyes, its iris was vermilion. The monocular mare’s flanks were all adorned with but a lined fence full of lilacs, its thick vines curling about into various shades all the same no less.

The raspberry mare asked the middleweight in black almost instantaneously, albeit only more hesitantly than the former had resolved, “who are you…?”

“I’m Ashvale… I came here with my husband Fry all the way from Manehattan for the holiday season thanks to the invite prior…” were all the words that escaped from the monocular mare as she’d introduced herself to the muscular lightweight so gently, “I thought we’d met you and Dinky two years ago at Rosemound, Lily…”

“Sorry, Ash… it’s been a long time since then; I’m still nervous about the whole thing, especially since this isn’t the first time I’d gone without Danny this time around so to speak…” the eponymous tenant introduced herself reluctantly, entranced by her colleague’s own fully figured form.

Wiping the sweat off of the unibrow, Ashvale asked to the raspberry mare calmly, “any reason as to why though: I’m pretty sure he would’ve loved the ski resort had he been there; is he under the weather…”

“Not at all; he’s always taking the time off on his holidays to pay his respects to his father: he’d passed away about a decade ago…” answered Lily whom had started to look around themselves amongst their peers for any signs of other individuals of interests here, “how’s Fry by the way: is he doing well…?”

“Of course, thanks for asking about him: he’s in the bathroom currently so to speak; he’d promised to return to Manehattan in time for the Hearthswarming celebrations with our folks…” the monocular mare had said to her normal counterpart almost instantaneously, apathetic to the other bystanders in question.

Lily had the resolve to reply almost immediately at once, “I guess that makes the both of us or, rather, three: Dinky and I have given our word that we’d return home after tomorrow; I know for a fact she can’t wait to see her parents again since they’ve been together again for at least about a decade…”

“They’d remarried already; I didn’t even know that fact at all whatsoever: how come I haven’t so much as heard about it ‘til now?” Ashvale wasted no time in asking as the raspberry mare now, the former’s heartrate skipping a beat for a full second all the same, “I’d never thought they were both divorcees so to speak; did anything happen to either one of them prior…?”

“To be honest, not that I’m at liberty to discuss: it’s a secret between me and Dinky we’d shared ever since when we were fillies; after all, she trusts me enough to be a part of her family too…” Lily elaborated quietly enough for it all to fall on the deaf ears of the rather licentious crowd around themselves.

The monocular mare interceded even as the white unicorn gave off a loud moan, much to the mild discomfort of the muscular lightweight overall, grabbing the latter aside in the process, “let’s leave the lovebirds alone ‘til my husband returns…”

As the twosome walked away, Sweetie Belle had watched with glee as Button was now lapping at her sheath, the same task at hand the orange stallion was undertaking with his yellow target.

“Aah… kiss it, Tent Tapper… kiss me right there…!” Apple Bloom had heaved, feeling Tender Taps’ muzzle buried in between the former’s gaskins, “oh, yeah that it… its dinnertime…!”

“Wow, Apple Bloom, look at you go: I’d never imagined your pussy would be so sensitive to your coltfriend’s lip service…” a shrill voice peeped, prompting the yellow redhead to widen her eyeballs and be greeted by the sight of two more mares, far different from the likes of her friends from earlier ago but more or less the same as they were.

Speaking of the two though, while their collective lack of textiles made them one of the same, they were in dire need of an introduction as well. For starters, one of the mares had a pinkish color scheme, wearing purple and white locks under blue crown; the other, deep silver in a light braid. Secondment, there was also a slight difference in eye color betwixt themselves standing: the former, azure; the latter, violet with blue glasses. Third, the pink pony had a thin toned body with flanks of her headgear; the metallic counterpart was more ample, having a spoon with amethyst. Like many mares such as Apple Bloom, they in particular wore collars: the highlighted single wore jet–black; as for the young gray mare, red.

The yellow mare averted her gaze towards them whom were giggled about, the bespectacled onlooker being first to speak, “I agree and here we were wondering about Twist getting a taste from you like before; after all, you’re safe with us friends this time around…”

“What the–––!” Apple Bloom exclaimed as she was breaking away from the orange stallion’s mouth almost instantaneously, “where are your boyfriends; didn’t you go with them like last time in New Horseleans…?”

“Relax, Apple Bloom: they’re doing fine without us anyway; besides, it’s not every night we get to see you and your friends here in real time…” the pink pony replied promptly as Tender Taps crawled over to the yellow redhead’s side already so to speak of.

While this was going on, the chocolatey stallion had meekly asked about as he was still looking towards the white unicorn right up ahead, “now, can I have permission to cum inside you…?”

“First…” Sweetie Belle had begun to reply snidely in the process altogether, “why don’t you kiss my buns and then maybe you can fuck me like you wanted to earlier like we had said…?”

With the same tongue from before, Button pushed the white unicorn’s cannons upward before jutting back in her once again, this time in the croup which had sent tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyes tightly, she suppressed quiet moans before reopening them to look at the ceiling in contentment as the chocolatey stallion held onto her fundament firmly into his grasp. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and within so thoroughly, he’d briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent fork right beneath Sweetie Belle, bringing out some more pleasure. Each time Button’s tongue switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, the white unicorn felt saliva curling from the corner of her lips with hunger and thirst from exploration. Needless to say, the chocolatey stallion stretched her flanks wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing herself to closed both green eyes again and give out a loud moan as well. Sweetie Belle begun gurgling about as the dribble from his tongue surpassed the point of wishing she’d have done more to support her body, attempting to reach up to her wet sheath to furbish it.

“Mm… I want to feel you…!” Button gave out a slobbering moan, having licked deeper inside the white unicorn, his appetite superseded by the dryness, forcing him to relent, release, and retract; now that the tongue had filled in both contents with salivation inside, the former broke away from the habit of it all, planting the yard into her.

She’d cooed as the chocolatey stallion now rested his hands onto her croup, stretching them wide before plunging the shaft into them through slowly and progressively; this made her blushing grin grow more excited, “OH FUCK YEAH…!”

Needless to say, Sweetie Belle was now feeling more pleasure each time he’d slowly rubbed against her while sliding his prepuce in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Vastly small high–pitched moans escaped from the white unicorn’s wet lips again alongside with the added panting before slowly turning into some intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts had travel up her spine. Even Button could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time that his thrusting yard punctured throughout her fundament, causing its owner to dig into the whispering eye to puncture in gently. Still grasping onto Sweetie Belle tightly, the chocolatey stallion had moved his left hand to grab onto her adjacent cannon while the other hand now groped the tacky flanks as the shaft was still moving right inside of her directly. They’d started to gain some momentum as the white unicorn had used her right hand to go in between her gaskins and start wiping her fork slowly, loving every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness therein. With his prepuce still buried inside of her croup, she’d occupied herself with her own sheath; each time that they moved around and about, they’d felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere as is. The two ponies had felt their perspiration already pouring through one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they’d moaned more loudly than ever, their continuous efforts getting to a highpoint already. Excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were all comfortably numbed to the environment: Sweetie Belle barely took it any longer, yelling at the peak of it all whilst shooting out more juices in the process.

“Hah…!” he’d cried after plunging his yard into the white unicorn’s fundament, not one drop of the extract was escaping from there, much to her delight so to speak; as this was going on, he let out a long pant, “hng… I feel like my dick had been drained already; how much longer…?”

“Already… you gotta be kiddin’ me, aren’t you: I’m wondering if you’re already spent as is; it must be the games, isn’t it…?” she’d scoffed derisively at Button’s predicament, feeling her flanks already tacked on with his solution.

In the meantime, two more pegasi were found on the opposite side, both alike in fair dignity at first glance though possessing certain commonalities: dark coating, cold eyes, and a general display of immodesty; of course, there were some significant differences between themselves. For starters, one was a lonely silver stallion was found to be standing upright with his lipid form protruding about aimless; the other was an indigo mare towering over him by a few inches right near the purplish partition, athletic but curvaceous leaning against its side with her bare back. While a set of long golden locks were found making its very way to the nape of the neck in a solid color already being weighed down by moisture, she donned blue and violet tresses making their way all throughout her back, clashing against each other in a pointless quest for dominance. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside the silver stallion whose face faltered about whereas a rich shade of light cornflower were held back by the indigo mare herself alongside with a winning smile that held firm enough to provide reassurance. Of the two mismatched pegasi in question, her only article of clothing was found upon the very neckline: a lone red collar speaking more loudly than what their tresses, coating, or eyes could’ve dared to say, not that he’d minded in the very least, despite his minimalistic hesitations. Slathered right upon the silver stallion’s flanks were a set of hot pink drapery lined with some white zigzags thin like bits of string holding them together; the indigo mare wore yellow shining suns with a welcoming face as well as hands holding scoops filled to the brim with many raisins.

It was at this break point moment in time he’d latched onto her croup with both hands and said, “are you truly sure that you want me to do this, Hyacinth; what if I’m not good at it this time…?”

“Look, Cloudy Daze, please try… you’ve made it this far in life to prove your worth as a stallion: there’s no point in giving up when we haven’t even started yet; do you understand…?” the eponymous mare replied softly, looking into her respective partner’s visage with a pleasant grin as the latter nodded off; sure enough, the former said, “read… my… lips… eat me out…!”

“Okay…” the blond stallion had stuttered whilst watching the indigo colleague turn around and bent forward, presenting him two of her own ingresses within those haunches: their differences apparent to the former whom lowered himself.

Slowly yet surely, Cloudy Daze jutted into Hyacinth straightaway at once, sending out tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her own eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans in response. The indigo mare reopened them to look back quickly, watching in contentment now the blond stallion held her flanks firmly in his grasp, something Sweetie Belle had done before thanks to the ginger. Likewise, he’d maintained his grin onto her despite stopping to lap at the adjacent fork right beneath, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back to the fundament and vice versa. Just like Apple Bloom, Hyacinth felt saliva curling down from the corner of her lips, Cloudy Daze’s exploration followed the same path as Button; needless to say, she’d felt needy to return the favor.

In the meantime, the blond stallion had stretched the indigo mare’s croup wide before forwarding his tongue back inside, causing her hands to tense up as she closed her eyes again while giving out a loud moan, “oh, Cloudy… please shove your horsecock inside me already; I need it so fucking bad…!”

“Damn, she’s really enjoying herself already…” he’d cerebrated, permeating through her flanks in such an illustrious matter, slurping and licking within much to her delight as his saliva dripped down the very abyss, “better give her what she wants; after all, I wonder if she wants me to go for her vagina or the flank hole; of course, my tongue inside there is enough of an answer…”

“Do it: please fuck me rotten if you dare; I can’t take it any longer…!” Hyacinth cried out with warmth now enveloping Cloudy Daze within those folds as she’d felt his subzero salivation now inside her very fundament altogether, reaching down to her wet fork to started furbishing it rhythmically.

A slobbering moan escaped the blond stallion’s mouth before licking deeper inside the indigo mare: to him, it was appetizing ‘til the dryness sat in, forcing him to relent, release, and retract; now, his tongue filled in both contents of his salivation inside as he was breaking away from the habit of it all, standing back up with a gripped shaft, “Hyacinth, here I go…”

Needless to say, she, too, was now feeling more pleasure each time he’d slowly rubbed against her while sliding his tumescent yard in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Some vastly soft high–pitched moans also escaped from Hyacinth’s wet lips again along with added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness once again as more jolts travel up her spine with pulp friction growing. Even Cloudy Daze could barely help himself, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting prepuce punctured through the croup, causing its owner to go wriggling forward and back like the white unicorn did.

“You can do it…!” the indigo mare squealed as she’d placed her left hand over her sheath still soaking about in its solution from not too long ago thanks to the blond stallion’s act thereof, “cum inside my plot hole…!”

Still grasping onto Hyacinth tightly, Cloudy Daze moved his right hand to grab onto her adjacent elbow while his other hand now groped the tacky cleavage when the shaft had moved inwardly. The resumption of movement, although slow like before, had started to gain some momentum as the indigo mare used her left hand to go in between her legs and start wiping her flower slowly. They couldn’t even help to love every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: the blond stallion’s yard was buried into her flanks as she’d occupied herself with her own fork. Each time they’d moved around and about, they felt their coats rubbing off of each other in this hot and heavy atmosphere with only the chill of the outside world providing themselves relief. The two pegasi were still in a touching grip, their perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they moaned more loudly than ever. The active Hyacinth now pushed two of her fingers inside her sheath while Cloudy Daze quickly used the left hand to chafe her bust smoothly and pinched one her moistened nubbins gently. Their continuous efforts were getting to another highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, it was the same sensation from not too long ago no less. The indigo mare couldn’t even take it any much longer as she’d yelled out at the very peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the fork and onto the left hand in full force. At the same time, the blond stallion’s plunging into her fundament caused him to shoot out at once, sticking it to his target before subsiding right away as a small trail appeared between them.

“Wow, look at all that spunk; I still never knew my own strength…” he’d gasped after breaking away from Hyacinth with a wet pop.

The indigo mare turned around almost immediately and giggled, “I figured that things would get better for the both of us.”

“You really mean it…?” Cloudy Daze inquired, earning a nod from her, “I don’t know what to do from here now…”

“Let me take over from here; you did well by yourself anyway…” Hyacinth shushed, placing a dry forefinger onto the blond stallion’s upper lip.

It didn’t take long for the indigo mare to be glancing at the sodden region with a profligate grin, speedily taking note of its currently descended length being surrounded by its remaining extract. Sure enough, she’d used the left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully after cleaning off the tacky layering; before long, it’d sprung up onto her very muzzle in little time whatsoever. Nonetheless, Hyacinth tongue quickly slipped right out of her mouth and started slowly sliding around Cloudy Daze’s shaft with warm salivation making contact, causing him to blush deeply. Standing uprightly, all that the blond stallion could do was watch as the indigo mare whom was stimulating and syphoning what had and would erupt from his barely limp yard and to herself. Gently and surely, he’d lent back a bit further to give her more room to lap around, still careful enough not to let gravity send him downward onto the flooring at a certain angling so to speak. Cloudy Daze couldn’t help himself but coo and moan as he’d felt Hyacinth’s tongue running across his prepuce, taking what little time to pat her darker tresses gently in such synchronicity. Within due time, the indigo mare driveled onto the blond stallion’s shaft for some significant time til her mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about before breaking away.

Both pegasus were face–to–face once again: she’d licked her lips clean of the solution expelled from his yard earlier; afterwards, he spoke out, “sorry about that: I should’ve warned you that I was gonna burst earlier…”

“Don’t fret, CD… it’s way better than that rimjob you just gave me; since your tongue went inside my plot hole, I’ve been literally begging for some backdoor action from you…” Hyacinth heaved, hugging Cloudy Daze tightly with a happy visage full of hearts filled with limerance and concupiscence, “I wouldn’t have minded if you’d gone and wrecked my dirty pussy like that…”

“Yeah, it’s a shame I’d wasted it all on plowing you in there; I would’ve been fine with you beating it off of me instead…” the blond stallion had mewed as his indigo correspondent slowly but surely locked lips with him straightaway.

The fact they were both sweating in the altogether wasn’t enough to fill themselves with shame in the least; as far as they were concerned, they were already right within their mutual embrace. With both pegasi nibbling their lips and tongues as well as each other gently all throughout, their very cooperation was every second spent trading kisses with one another in such a euphoric bliss. The differences they’d both possessed alongside their few, if any, commonalities simply through touching were irrelevant, their irises already met with a subdued clash of shades, hues, and cries. The music around the pegasi, along with their other peers had changed even as the ambiance was merely preferable to any slim margins of error; despite this, they’d remained lost in the moment.

She’d soon broke away from his lips and said to him, “it’s a miracle that we’d made it this far together, even after everything that happened so far in Equestria of all places: you a playwright and me a Wonderbolt…”

“I know, it makes me feel at ease with myself: even before I’d gotten old enough, I’d been picked on for simply not fitting into one or the other completely…” Cloudy Daze had softly sighed sadly, looking away from Hyacinth, beads of sweat dropping from his brow and onto the concrete flooring, “one time, I remember somepony sending me a petticoat on my birthday…”

“Don’t let what happened to you get in the way of being a better pony here; you have so much to live for now, like me…” the indigo mare had interjected sharply, causing the blond stallion to wince right away.

Looking back life before, he’d faced her once more, this time with feelings of satisfaction and relief while replying, “yeah… you’re right…”

“Besides, nopony else isn’t out there trying to see how long your dick is, let alone us; the resort is closed off anyway: no one outside the resort can see any of us doing the nasty…” Hyacinth laughed warmly before kissing Cloudy Daze once more, “at the very least, we can enjoy the scenery as well as the ice and snow too…”

“I agree: Ponyville’s nothing but flat surface areas everyday; even Rosemound had lived up to its nomenclature…” another feminine voice cut into the fold, bringing the amorous duo out of their solitary gaze at once.

Two more mismatched ponies were now easily found joining the pegasi pair: needless to say, they were no longer alone so to speak, not that it’d made much of a difference whatsoever. As with the observers in question, they, too, had possessed certain commonalities as well: some height and stature as well as an eager yet restrained gaze right within their coldly colored eyes. Of course, there were also many significant differences between the plain visitors, especially considering they had much more common with the pink and silver pair on the opposite side.

As a matter of fact, even they were were starting to sharing a much deeper resemblance with the other ponies in question as well as the very pegasi pair themselves, something that which many, especially the two in particular, can relate to for what it was worth living for and learning about. For starters, one was a lone indigo stallion with a darker coat than Hyacinth, standing upright with his more limber form reminiscent of Tender Taps; the other was an orange mare with a much lighter coating, lanky yet buxom like her, albeit with some more depth and density inside. Like Cloudy Daze, he wore a set of long golden locks already making its very way to the nape of his neck except there was a bright stripe in the middle; as for her, her tresses were purple like much of the yellow redhead’s entourage with two shades both tied back up by a green elastic tie. Surrounding such luxurious pupils were circles of opalescence dyed a deep blue inside the indigo stallion accented by freckles whereas a rich shade of moderate cerise were held back by the orange mare herself much like the white heavyweight but more freed from any form of eyewear. As with the indigo pegasus, the only article of clothing found upon the very neckline was a lone red collar speaking more loudly than what the latter’s eyes could’ve dared to say, not that either of them had minded in the very least because of their collective minimalistic movements overall. Slathered right upon the indigo stallion’s flanks was a big goldenrod star with a triumvirate of miniature horseshoes trailing right after it in a path; the orange mare wore a set of flannel hearts, predominantly pink with intersecting lines of purple and gold laid out like some incomplete grid.

The blond pegasus felt his heart racing a bit when he was now staring at the warmer counterpart: although he didn’t show it, he couldn’t help himself but feel the weight on his shoulders gaining; he took in a deep breath and zeroed in on the latter’s cerise orbs above the cleavage stuttering, “Plaid Stripes… I wasn’t… expecting… to find you here… of all places…”

“Oh, my… this isn’t looking good: one minute he’s mister Chill, now he’s shaking like a leaf; it’s just like Vanhoover…” Hyacinth ruminated, taking note of Cloudy Daze’s faltering yet stable stance as he and the indigo stallion were nearby the aforementioned individual in question, “it seems we meet again; how was life since Trottingham…?”

“Mmm, I like the fact that Whinnyapolis’ much more cooler than Manehattan this time of year: this place is much better thanks to the ice and snow; besides, we don’t have to do skiing yet…” the orange mare had giggled happily, stealing away a kiss from the freckled blond almost immediately.

The indigo stallion had chimed into the conversation as well, “at least the zeppelin ride from there was still exhilarating like before: makes you as free as a bird to see how small our own little world really is; sometimes you wonder if there’s other places aside home…”

“Home… that’s easy enough to say: at least yours’ still much rustic, like before; mines just commonplace…!” Plaid spat out strongly yet still maintaining her grin, catching even the indigo pegasus off–guard, “even the concrete jungle’s too much for me sometimes, especially at this time of year no less…”

“At least you haven’t been to the capital: trying to see the royals up there in her own hometown was a hassle, not to mention that she’d happened to have tied the knot with somepony else here; still never thought she would do that, let alone start up a family of her own like Shining did…” the indigo stallion said softly, blushing about so to speak of.

Turning to face the freckled blond, the orange mare had cooed sensually, “perhaps you’d still like to see something even better: how about if I eat that purple pegasus out while you and her coltfriend whack off to us fillies; what do you say to that…?”

“What?!” the blond pegasus choked out, struggling for some oxygenated air at what Plaid had plainly said, “I didn’t know you were into planning on such a thing like before; Trottingham was special…”

“I know that: with many of the fillies in here, it shouldn’t be too surprising in the very least; besides, I’ve already seen enough of them in the nude before I got here, like that cook I’d made out with years ago…” the orange mare had replied as if Cloudy Daze’s outburst was nothing to sneeze at, figuratively and otherwise.

The indigo pegasus shared the same emotion as Plaid; prior to gaining proximity, the former said to the latter, “perhaps, I can still take you up on it…”

Suddenly, both blonds felt their hearts skip a beat, treated to the sight of their lovers locking lips with one another with little warning whatsoever. The mismatched males felt their prepuces standing in towards the very mares lost in the throes of their concupiscence as their tongues danced on. Under no circumstance did they expect either Hyacinth or Plaid to hit it off sooner than they could even handle anticipating in the very least.

“Damn…!” Cloudy Daze had murmured only silently, “look at themselves both going at it together…!”

“Mmm… your coltfriend’s sure still thankful to have you as a better lover, Hyacinth…” the orange mare had cooed lasciviously, taking the time to give the titular target some room to breathe in before kissing the latter on the lips once again.

The indigo pegasus reeked of contentment, already at ease with what they themselves were doing at this passing moment in time as her undercarriage leaked about in a stagnant solution sighing, “I know: I’d been teaching Cloudy everything he needs to go improve himself, Plaid; besides, even your coltfriend shouldn’t mind us having some fun together, especially with his dick out…”

“Indeed…!” the aforementioned equine snorted, glancing at the blonds nearby with their shafts firmly in the grip of their leftmost hands as they pushed and pulled themselves gently, “besides, I was letting Star do me in the butt earlier just so he could satisfy himself with the foreplay beforehand if you know what I mean…”

“Ah, he should’ve eaten you out first; makes the whole experience enjoyable firsthand…” Hyacinth sighed after breaking away this time for some air only to return to the task at hand straightaway.

While this was going on, the two stallions nearby the mares were furiously stroking their shafts to and fro towards them, their rhythm barely synchronized to the sounds of their shared moaning. To many, this was of no surprise whatsoever to anyone considering where they were currently; as a matter of fact, there were similar scenes still taking place around themselves already at once. For what it was worth, neither mare had ever objected to their minuscule audience in the very slightest, blushing and drooling about even as both Cloudy and Star patted their yards around. Unsurprisingly, the indigo stallion was the first to go, painting the orange mare’s thigh instantly; likewise, the blond pegasus had followed suit, albeit in lesser portions regarding the indigo mare.

Star was more than quick to notice the stark raving differences between their performance and the osculation Plaid and Hyacinth were still engaged in with each other, commenting nearby Cloudy, “wow, they weren’t kidding about how your junk has been functioning lately and I’d thought I was still broken…”

Precious Topaz

Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Do–Si–Do and Dulce belonging to Art–Anon, Oxbow herself is based on Milly Ashford from Code Geass; of course, this was bound to happen since I couldn't resist.

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

Precious Topaz

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 had 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 peachy pegasus was found to be standing up about right underneath the steamy rainstorm all roundabout the way, his blue eyes staring at the foam sliding down from his brown tresses as they were being suctioned into the drain in the midst of both hooves altogether. For what it was worth, the lack of an attire had showed off a lightweight body standing against the small streams of water falling onto himself; slathered right upon the flanks were sundials frozen in time to the point no amount of heat or liquid could resume its march to infinity train.

“I don’t even want to know what was inside those pills, let alone why they’ve made them at all…” a shrill tenor escaped from the muzzle, stammering about in the process no less.

The peachy pegasus was soon overwrought with terrifying resolve as the tinted visage, once red like roses, shifted to a pale green as visions betrayed it all: dizzying about, many shades of olive as well as the lights shining about were swirling about to no end in sight, circular like wheels but lacking in direction whatsoever. In spite of the changing courses, the lonely bystander had still maintained some control to go search for an open stall so speedily, prepping up to let loose an assortment of lukewarm hues from the angular maw as a chunky salsa now splattered about into the metallic bowl where some water had absorbed it all totally. Coughing about, the peachy pegasus soon felt relief returning despite bearing witness to the sight of nausea, quickly pushing down on the steely lever as the current within the fixture roared to life, pulling the wastewater within the tunneling with hissing gurgles afore clearer water refilled itself like nothing had happened.

Stumbling out of the latrine, some ears caught the attention of a wayward voice nearby as some words went into them at once, “hng… Lickety…”

“Relax yourself, Rain; it’ll all be over soon enough…” a familiar tone escaped too, catching the corporeal listener off–guard almost immediately, “besides, our marefriends are still waiting for us anyway; besides, they’re not the only ones invited in this lodge capable of swinging both ways…”

“Who are they talking about…?” the peachy pegasus said under his breath as two individuals remained hidden away from his line of eyesight grunted and panted quietly so to speak of.

Needless to say, both Rain and Lickety were alone in their passions, unseen by the likes of their peers, male or female so to speak of; although the corporeal listener didn’t attempt to investigate, the message was clear all the same no less. Either way, the peachy pegasus was treated to the sounds of suppressed grunts from the other two, tensions balanced yet based on the careful observations from the familiar counterpart, the latter was heaving and hissing reluctantly. The fact they were all by themselves was but of no surprise for the corporeal listener yet the real watershed moment had been the sudden discovery in which Rain and Lickety were there in the area as the lone leftover presently at ease. Whatever it was the twosome were doing was hardly even a mystery for the peachy pegasus to solve, not that he was interested in sticking around to hear its logical conclusion become attained by the likes of them altogether so to speak. Of course, not even suddenly maintaining any distance between the corporeal listener and the clandestine performance made by the likes of Rain and Lickety could make the noises go away, despite the pitter–patter from precipitations. Regaining composure and focus, the peachy pegasus had still sauntered off so as to avoid becoming part of concupiscence his solitary peers were engaged in with each other since they’d kept at it with one another without a care. Kiloliters of water from any point in time could do little to wash away the careless observations made by the likes of the corporeal listener, despite being cleaned enough to leave all the same nevertheless considering what’s been done. Simply put, the peachy pegasus had other things to concentrate on, despite the recent stardust memories circling down the drain after they’ve been tossing and turning within himself earlier no less; either way, he was up and running.

It wasn’t long until the listener had inadvertently bumped into another corporeal individual like the former by accident, earning a peep from the latter, “oof…!”

“Sorry, I didn’t watch where I was going…!” the peachy pegasus stuttered, seeing his thicker compeer lying on the cold, wet ground, weakened and vulnerable, “are you okay; do you need any help: should I go get your friends…?”

“Not at all, Morty; I was surprised to find you again, this time right here and now of all places…” the other inhabitant had replied calmly, calling out the primordial observer’s name almost instantaneously.

Immediately, the primary peachy pegasus was found to be laying his sapphire orbs onto the similar compeer’s form: a light olive stallion with orange tresses rough and ragged in a colorful shade than even their own integuments combined. Like Morty, the grounded observer was also in the altogether with some cold eyes except the latter had bore an emerald splash around the pupils and some lipids but otherwise light; slathered right upon the flanks was a burger filled with hay.

It didn’t take long for the peachy pegasus in speaking to the olive ginger straightaway, “same here: even Tag–A–Long was starting to see a pattern here as well; what about you…?”

“To be honest, it’s been a long time since we’d been invited to one of his parties recently; Ash told me of the invite she’d gotten about a month ago…” the warm middleweight had answered Morty whom found the time to rise back up to the hooves gently, “we heard of some rumors about it from some of our classmates back at the school earlier; we never imagined they be real. I heard much about how the Crusaders went to both parties about two years ago: the first one at Rosemound exactly two year ago and the following at Vanhoover back in the summer; it does explain all the things happening between themselves and their friends from the old school, especially considering how they were able to afford all of this. Now that I think about it, this would explain the envelope that I’d gotten back in November: the colors on there reminded me of Aurora Muffin; coincidentally, I heard she was invited to the last party along with over a couple dozen ponies, including some of Apple Bloom’s cousins, especially one she’d dated. I’d never thought about going myself since I didn’t have any money to go at all, let alone the skills; besides, I’d ended up with a very bad cold during my high school years: fell into an ice lake nearby my father’s cabin.”

“Harsh: my grandpa would never let this happen to me at all; he’s an inventor…” the peachy pegasus had exclaimed all of the sudden, caught off–guard by the olive ginger’s explanation.

The warm middleweight looked away and continued onward, “it’s a long story, but I’d ended up missing school a lot so it’d made me think: what if the common cold could survive in space? Even though that Nightmare Moon had been vanquished, I still wonder about life out there, the ‘to infinity and beyond’ stuff they’d spoken about in books and TV shows.”

“Infinity and beyond…?” Morty had inquired as a squeamish moan just shot into the moistened atmosphere instantaneously for both bystanders to hear, “we’ve been to space before plenty of times; as a matter of fact, I have a secret: my grandpa can travel to other worlds like this too…”

“Oh, that’s cool, nopony that I know of has ever done this before if at all; tell me, what is it like doing all of this: any scary monsters and nice sprites you came across lately ever since then…?” the olive ginger asked so simplistically.

The peachy pegasus replied to the warm middleweight hesitantly, “it’s dark and lonely but full of things few will ever be able to see in their entire lives so to speak of; frankly, my grandpa says it’s for the best since most of our kind wouldn’t even be able to handle a fraction of what goes on in the grand scheme of things…”

“I wouldn’t have any right in blaming you either way; it wouldn’t make sense for me to just go on and abandon my friends after conquering our fears…” the olive ginger had sighed, swiping the sweat off of himself before walking past Morty without touching the latter this time, “besides, let’s leave; they may as well be waiting for us anyway…”

“Understood, though I’m sure that they’re still busy with other mares in the meantime; I’ve just made a shocking calculation: a third of us are male…” the warm middleweight gulped as he’d turned to follow the peachy pegasus right away this instant, leaving both the sights and sounds of running water behind themselves at once.

As such, another wondrous environment was found almost immediately with its white hot lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful food, and a few dozen occupants like the others. Still, the room also possessed its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy atmosphere, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies in clear and present attendance all the same. Ultimately, most of the very occupants’ tresses were colored in orange in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the fitting background where everyone had remained inside at this passing moment in due time. Now, like before, while a vast majority of them within the room were already in the altogether, many mares were wearing some collars with only a few able to conceal parts of their very own integuments all through the way. At this very passing moment of time, all of them were currently active discovered in various poses imaginable, merely pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing on without a care about the whole wide world whatsoever. Melodies of wind and wire with the occasional striking of keys had played about acutely from the phonograph, already mixed together within the warm atmosphere in bearing such wonder and whimsy from the summertime. In the grand scheme of things, it’d shaped up to be no different from the other rooms for the lack of a proper summary altogether; of course, such variations were needed for much completion as far as they were all concerned.

Of the few scores of tenants found in the area, there were at least a trio of gingers alike in fair dignity at first glance by virtue of being in the altogether; nevertheless, there were some significant differences they had, something that many like themselves would care less about to say in the very least. In one case in particular was some dire need of an introduction more than ever: a creamy mare wore nothing more than a green ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt already matching her eyes; despite the attire, they’d done nothing at all to cover much of its wearer’s body whatsoever, not even her red collar.

Out of the trio in close proximity, Do–Si–Do was talking to her lighter correspondent with some skipped heartbeats to and fro, “so Tag–A–Long, how is Morty treating you so far: any problems whatsoever we need to know about in the now…?”

“Not at all, love; he’s still doing great with our foals: Do–Re–Mi and Pop Tart are growing up so fast, we can’t even keep up as is…” the creamy ginger had answered her lanky counterpart almost instantaneously so to speak of, the latter rubbing her umbilicus gently, “as a matter of fact, we just had our third foal this year: it’s a colt and his name’s Sirico Soprano…”

“You know, it kind of reminds me of how we’d went to Trottingham last year, except Berry and Dulce; to be honest, I wasn’t expecting for this chance encounter with Lickety Split to bloom…” Do–Si–Do gave off a sad sigh as she’d looked upon the rest of the occupants in the very same room they were still in.

It didn’t take long for the aforementioned mare to jump into the conversation as well, “at least I know what it feels likes to be nervous about coming to the party: I still remember my first time coming to one of them as well as Coronet; I don’t even know if we’ll be able to settle down like any of you…”

“Don’t worry about it, Dulce; I’m sure that you’ll be able to find your special somepony someday…” Tag–A–Long had replied with a hint of confidence within her tone being discovered while speaking to her shorter correspondent, “I was kind of nervous the first time I’d been invited; after all, that party wasn’t the first time we’d went to Rosemound, if at all. It’s isn’t even necessary to be reminded of what I’d done; after all, I wasn’t the only who had a fun time there, especially since I was the first pony to lay eyes on him: Trefoil is still holding a grudge all the same because of it, even though it was merely an honest mistake. Perhaps, this summed up my entire motivation for being there with him in the first place: as far as I’d known, I’d never thought it was going to be a sleepover for the weekend, let alone one so erotic; as a matter of fact, I didn’t imagine what kind of lovers you friends would end up with, much less their tastes overall. Seeing all these other ponies in the nude never left me uncomfortable with myself, especially with how there were so many of us; the fact that we mares outnumbered them by roughly two–to–one didn’t shocked me at all but the real surprise was their tastes: I can recall how we had no problem experimenting or having sex with other mares, with or without a stallion watching them. Before Trottingham last year, I’d never imagined what kind of stallion would end up dating Do–Si–Do, let alone what she’d ending up doing; either way, I don’t seem to be the kind of pony to be so judgmental, Equestrian and otherwise: it’d just fly in the face of what it all stands for so to speak of.”

“You don’t need to remind me of that; besides, I wasn’t even expecting some mare to eat me out after what Lickety had done to me…” the lanky ginger had interjected suddenly, recoiling about from her brightest counterpart almost immediately.

Tag–A–Long couldn’t resist laughing before speaking to Do–Si–Do, “I know; besides, I had no problem with kissing other mares either…”

Notably, all three gingers were now focused in at two ponies residing near one corner of the room where the windows displayed the snowstorm, Snips and Babs; the latter was resting on her hands knees with a goldenrod trail of solid bubbles lodged within her croup being pulled out by the former’s right hand rather gently.

“Hanh…!” the bronze redhead squealed with delight rather hoarsely at what the cobalt unicorn was doing, “oh, yeah… fuck yeah… tease my treasure trove, master…!”

“Just a few dozen more before I enter your backdoor again, Babsie: I don’t mind you letting some other filly eating you out, much less a Filly Guide; doing some slutty butt stuff with you is so addictive…!” he’d laughed with his other hand firmly onto the erect prepuce stroking about as the fringe of the titular mare’s haunches clenched about.

The bronze redhead chuffed about immediately, “well, before you decide to fuck me again, can we please go sixty–nine…?”

“And…?” Snips had replied wryly to Babs without any kind of hesitation whatsoever so to speak of, “what else…?”

“Umm… I would love to taste your cock before you let it go into my backdoor, master Snips…” the bronze redhead had struggled to speak up before finding the confidence to continue onwardly.

Seeing their very bodies becoming mutually inverted towards each other was one thing in the eyes of the creamy mare, a scene no different from what many inhabitants like themselves were doing; for the others nearby her, they’d wasted no time in observing Babs starting to lap at the eponymous stallion’s shaft reluctantly as the active participant’s tongue currently made contact.

Dulce turned to her lanky correspondent and said, “so I noticed that you’d gotten married to Lickety Split a few years ago; any ideas on what kind of foals you had already, if at all, Do–Si–Do…?”

“Not at all, yet…” the aforementioned mare had started to answer to her shorter friend almost instantaneously so to speak of, both gingers facing each other rather than watch the other ponies nearby, “to be honest, when I’d first hooked up with him, all I was hoping for was to give up on this colt cuddling nonsense and settle down with a nice mare. One would think years afterwards should be enough to let go of this phase already; after all, even I can’t comprehend the idea of him carrying on here and there: at least this dragon he’d spoke of in his youth had married a nice mare from Ponyville as far as the story goes. What say you, Dulce…?”

“Neither of us had been able to find any stallions yet: Coronet said she was about this close to picking Strike before Rainy Feather came along; there have even been rumors about him too…” the titular tenant answered her lanky friend without fear as both began to let thoughts swirl about altogether.

Tag–A–Long jumped back into the dialogue anyway, “there’s nothing we can do about altogether, friends; we just have to face facts and figure out a way to play the cards we’d been dealt with in the best way possible…”

“I know; besides, I’m still waiting for him to get out of the bathroom soon: it shouldn’t even take long for one pony to shower…” Do–Si–Do huffed as she’d witnessed the creamy mare trotting over to the other part of the area slowly without any shame at all, “Tag–A–Long, where are you going…?”

“I’m gonna go get some food; you want any…?” the eponymous mare had answered her friends instantaneously, already pointing to the food resting on one of the tables on the adjacent region as they’d lain on a cloth sequestered from themselves.

It didn’t take long for the lanky ginger to say to the creamy mare at once, “not at all, I’m just trying to watch my figure anyway…”

In any case, Button Mash had found himself sitting in an orange chair whilst Sweetie Belle was kneeling at his waistline with a brass ring around her horn, both of whom faraway from the other gingers themselves. Surely enough, the white unicorn was now using her right hand to knead the yard around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the chocolatey ginger felt it springing on up to her muzzle in little time. It didn’t take long until Sweetie Belle’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around Button Mash’s prepuce, her warm salivation making him smile big as she’d lapped away with reckless abandon. Sitting uprightly, all that the chocolatey ginger could do was rest one of his hands onto the white unicorn’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movement she would make prior to pressing onwardly. Even though Button Mash was silent, Sweetie Belle had taken such great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would soon erupt from his very shaft whether inside or outside of her deep throat so to speak. Slowly but surely, the chocolatey ginger lent back by a bit further to give the white unicorn more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him down onto the floor at a certain angling herein out. Button Mash could barely helped him but coo and moan, already feeling Sweetie Belle’s tongue running across his yard as both hands were currently holding on the base of her head whilst slurping about in. Within due time, the white unicorn had driveled onto the chocolatey ginger’s prepuce for some significant time ‘til her mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing before breaking away in an instant.

“Mmm…” Sweetie Belle cooed, catching what was left on her lips as a result of the biochemical solution’s trail to swallow it all down before looking up at Button Mash as he’d become lost in a daze, “you taste so good; it reminds me of the s’mores we’d made on our camping trip long ago when we were young…”

“Is that so…?” the chocolatey ginger had sighed, slowly finding the time to recover as the white unicorn had brought herself to meet his gaze.

Needless to say, Sweetie Belle had laughed at him before stealing a kiss from Button Mash without any warning or worry whatsoever so to speak. Initially, the chocolatey ginger was speedily being assaulted with the recent stardust memory of the white unicorn’s deed as she’d locked lips with him. Despite the conflicting tastes, they’d started to wrap around each other lightly and gently with their arms, burning brighter than a rose tinted shading. Their eyes were closed when the kiss they’d shared began to grow stronger, already trading one another’s flavors carelessly all the while immediately. The libidinous pair had grown more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed, their tongues finally slipping on about in the process. Although the two were swept up in such an overwhelming ecstasy, Button Mash remembered to maintain some self–control in spite of Sweetie Belle.

It wasn’t long until the white unicorn felt the chocolatey ginger stop himself, prompting her to ask immediately, “had enough, master: please to find that my hot lips had done your cock so well…?”

“Mm–hmm…” Button Mash timidly answered Sweetie Belle, watching as she took a stand to start twirling around and show off her moist form at every radian possible for him to see clearly, “what are you doing now…?”

“Just a little late–night show before we go to bed together, master; it’s already a shame that all good things must come to an end sometime soon and this is no different: even a little foreplay from earlier was to prepare for the inevitable crash our bodies will feel before the night’s end…” the white unicorn had answered the chocolatey ginger after stopping to face him with a smirk.

Button Mash watched Sweetie Belle moved her right hand down into the sheath at once, stretching its dry good folds a bit for him to see clearly as he’d spoken, “do you really want to do this again: last time I was this close to rubbing one out on you; what makes you think being in another area should change a thing…?”

“Simple: let’s be a little honest with ourselves here; even after the town wedding, you couldn’t resist looking at the screens…” the white unicorn squealed as she’d used her other hand to chafe her bosom smoothly, standing upward all the while nevertheless, “you and your like–minded friends felt desperate for games when everyone else had went off searching for their cutie marks. For all that we’d known, you may as well have acquired some skills of your own as some all new up and coming game designer: leaving secrets, weaving stories, updating statistics, all within Ponyville and beyond at a young age no less unlike the others; none of us here had ever even expected how long would you even play in one game alone, no matter the difficulty or contents. Why, you’re practically fit to be a professional, ready to fight online with the others at this still ripe young age, Button Mash: it’s a shame that you were too young back then to date Cheerilee, but young enough to enjoy life like the rest of us foals anyway; of course, you’re still fixated on them all the same, never taking the time to touch grass and see the birds like anyone else here.”

“Don’t ever even try hooking me up with her, you dirty little uniwhore; I’m not hot for teacher, you know, not even for Cheerilee!” the chocolatey ginger had barked as his moisten shaft was still up and at it, despite what had been done to himself long ago.

Nevertheless, they were rife with such great passions at the sight of one another, enough for the two ponies to feel their visages becoming flushed with the crimson shades at once yet again. Anyways, Sweetie Belle was about to reach one of her collective highpoint surely enough soon, especially considering how she was having a great time with Button Mash for some company. Restraints weakening once more with feeling, the white unicorn couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as her extremities became moistened with the solutions within herself already. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of the chocolatey ginger, such happiness was being made known, especially since he’d watched Sweetie Belle collapse back onto his very lap.

Feeling the yard enter the white unicorn’s plications at once, she’d moaned hoarsely, “fuck me, master: please wreck my dirty little pussy until I can no longer walk…!”

“Are you sure that you really want that from me, Sweets…?” Button Mash gladly hissed into Sweetie Belle’s ears after feeling her fluids leak over his prepuce, “last time, your cunt couldn’t take my dickings for two whole minutes, much less all day; what makes you think this time will be different for any of us…?”

“Training… while you were out making a name for yourself with your gameplays, I’ve been shoving some toys into my twat: big ones, small ones, rough ones, smooth ones, ones that reminded me of that purple dragon – each had a certain quality to them…” the white unicorn had answered the chocolatey ginger as she’d aligned her loins with his shaft almost instantaneously.

Button Mash had burned brighter than ever as Sweetie Belle stole a kiss from him in the process, bringing cause to ask her immediately so to speak of, “did you do it alone or with somepony else…?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss such things with you on the record; that wouldn’t be much of a secret anyway, even amongst us…” the white unicorn had sniggered, pushing her muzzle away from the chocolatey ginger without a care in the whole wide world, “now then… prepare yourself, master…!”

Surely enough, Sweetie Belle had quickly seized this very golden opportunity at once, using the very lightweight body to bounce herself directly over Button Mash almost instantaneously as is. It didn’t take long at all in the very least for the white unicorn’s undercarriage to be firmly aligned with the chocolatey ginger’s yard, giving a small, passionate yet heavy breath from her. Button Mash had started resting his very hands onto Sweetie Belle’s flanks, slowly burying his muzzle into her vast and petite bust as he’d started running his tongue around the nubbins now. Likewise, the white unicorn didn’t care about the chocolatey ginger now sapping away her cleavage without warning, already feeling his prepuce directly in her calibrating the movements. In the midst of the very ordeal, Sweetie Belle had slowly wrapped her arms around the back of Button Mash’s neck in an attempt to keep him closer as they traded momentum with each other. 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 ponies moaned. Gearing up for another expulsion from the chocolatey ginger’s shaft in the white unicorn with each intensity of the pulp friction, she’d given off a resoundingly happy moan amid weights. Soon, Button Mash had began shooting direct in the path of Sweetie Belle’s plications, causing herself to burst with delight as she lowered both hands down to his back and hugged him tightly.

“Oh, Sweetie Belle…” the chocolatey ginger had called out the white unicorn’s name weakly, returning the gentle gesture as they’d rested together.

Needless to say, Sweetie Belle had discovered the strength within herself to go and whisper into Button Mash’s ears, “so then, how long… did I last now… sir Button Mash… did I do good…?”

“Just five minutes…” the chocolatey ginger answered zestfully, stroking the white unicorn’s mane and ear with decrepitude in his hand, “even I’ll just… admit you’d done… much better than… last time, Sweets… of course, my cock… had been drained by… you blowing me… much earlier…”

“Do you suppose… that you can try… my slutty butt… later on, sir…?” Sweetie Belle gasped for air as she’d struggled to face Button Mash.

Instantaneously, the white unicorn received her answer from the chocolatey ginger at once, “I don’t even… see why the Tart… not at all there… after all, Snips’… having some fun… taking her from… behind either…”

“Mmm… dat’s right, Snips… stick it to me… I’m all yours now…!” the bronze redhead had cried out blissfully as she was now resting in an obtuse angling with her back facing the aforementioned stallion underneath herself, “this one’s just… about to burst…!”

Babs already took the cobalt unicorn’s yard inside of her croup as his hands gripped upon her very abdomen, sliding them up to the former’s shoulders to provide structural integrity already. Anyway, the movement started slow before gaining some momentum as Snips rose up to meet the bronze redhead firmly with the tips of his fingers suddenly nearing her umbilicus like so. Under no small amount of time whatsoever did Babs started feeling her cleavage becoming affected by the cobalt unicorn’s right hand as the slippery surface of pith and substance sweated. Here the bronze redhead cerebrated aloud with her mind about how she’d wanted to reach down into her saturated loins to gain some more pleasure; of course, Snips used his left hand to do so. Alongside with the burning sensation upon their faces, Babs was moaning the loudest since her waistline was being occupied at both ends by the cobalt unicorn at the very same time no less. Utter momentum was now increasing on and about almost immediately as Snips still bounced against the bronze redhead’s flanks with growing determination as she’d still felt his hands over. Soon enough, the cobalt unicorn spurted directly into Babs once more with feeling, this time into her haunches as she finally collapsed back onto him, panting and moaning like the others around.

“So, Babsie… I can’t believe… we’re here again… just together… in Whinnyapolis…” Snips heaved, already looking at the same ceiling the bronze redhead had stared at with lust in her eyes.

Panting about, the titular tenant sighed, “I know dat, Snips… did I ever… tell you dis is… too nice of a… city for home…? I know for a… fact I wasn’t… born an Apple… much less an Orange… yet I always… felt safe here too… especially… with you by me… It feels like dere’s… magic at work… dis time of year… with all of dese… being made here… did you ever… wonder what goes… on in dere since… you were a colt…? I felt so glad… eating some sweets… back den as well… all dese flavors… and by taste too… first vanilla… some chocolate… den caramel… strawberry… even de mints… of course, I was… not alone in… sharing such tastes…”

“I know that, I… just want to be… with you right now… Babsie…” the cobalt unicorn panted, plainly placating the bronze redhead above himself patiently all the while, “we’ve barely had… anytime to… ourselves ever… since our own foals… was born prior… even though that… they’d been quiet… I know for a… fact that father’s… can’t hold himself… any longer…”

“Appleslice’s just… a wee baby… and Sunflower… was more dan glad… to take her off… our hands now… just like last time… Pinkie Pie has… a life on her… own to live with… even without… her own friendships…” Babs had sighed, now facing Snips straightaway with a smirk over her very visage.

Caressing the bronze redhead’s cheekbone, it didn’t take long for her to steal a kiss from the cobalt unicorn almost immediately, leaving them lost in the moment as they’d faced each other already; 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.

Just when it would’ve seem like their concupiscence would take them even farther from home and abroad, a stray voice had escaped into their ears, catching the amorous twosome off–guard, “pardon me but have either of you seen Chantilly recently…?”

“Huh…?” Snips shrieked, breaking away from the osculation he and Babs had been engaged in, “who are you again…?”

“I’m Oxbow; we’d met before in Rosemound years ago…” the eponymous speaker had introduced afore them both.

It didn’t take long for either eyewitness to face a pink pony standing adjacently from where they’d resided about so to speak: at first, they would’ve at least possessed a resemblance to Diamond Tiara herself seeing the very same coolness in their eyes alone; of course, the only difference besides them was the fact the corporeal observer was blonde and more buxom no less. For what it was worth, Oxbow’s near lacking of an attire had showed off her lightweight body high and dry with but a trio of curved arrows trailing about slathered right upon the very flanks; nevertheless, a red collar was also found around her neckline, the same color matching the bronze redhead’s hair, not that the latter cared since she was glaring at the former all the same.

The cobalt unicorn had already ignored the buxom blonde almost instantaneously as Babs replied, “so how does it feels now dat you’d been invitedto one of Smudge Proof’s parties once again…?”

“Better than ever: the little pony has been gaining some confidence in herself since last time we’d met; it’s a shame Parkton wasn’t invited to last year’s party back at Trottingham…” Oxbow answered almost immediately to the bronze redhead while ignoring Snips at once, “although I couldn’t blame you two or the others either so to speak of…”

“Speaking of which, I wasn’t expecting to be invited again ever since New Horseleans: I was afraid my cock hole couldn’t take it any longer with Babs calling the shots; I’m just glad she would let me take the reins this time tonight…” the cobalt unicorn had struggled to speak to the buxom blonde all the while, something she and the aforementioned mare had taken note of.

Needless to say, Oxbow’s straitlaced composed warped into a wicked grin as she’d spoken, “just be thankful that she would: some stallions are more–or–less like Lickety now that I think about it; I heard from Do–Si–Do about how she was growing to like him giving her some backdoor action since Rosemound.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” Snips screeched with little warning whatsoever, catching both mares next to him by surprise but leaving everyone else alone and unaffected nevertheless, “I don’t do him and he doesn’t do me: I don’t care what ponies think they would have read about us; just don’t believe those deviant art things, that’s ridiculous…!”

“Relax, none of us think that you are gay; after all, you’re having a nice time with you wife: that should be all that matters anyway…” Oxbow had chimed back at the cobalt unicorn in return all the same.

Seeing the crimson painted onto both the buxom blonde and Snips prompted the bronze redhead to intercede immediately in an instant, “please relax for awhile: we’re at a party so de least we can do is have some fun here; besides, I don’t dink we’d seen Chantilly at all in the very least lately…”

“Well, thanks for helping anyway:she’s a little still sore after what I’d gone and done to her an hour ago in the citrine room…” Oxbow had replied, quickly looking upon the gingers residing nearby the table with the foodstuffs in question no less, “maybe she’s still trying to clean herself up anyway all the same, no doubt about that for sure…”

As far as Babs could plainly see, Tag–A–Long, Do–Si–Do, and Dulce were left to their devices, likewise with herself and the ponies directly nearby.

Further away from either trio were Toola–Roola and Coconut Cream now in the altogether, lost in each others’ eyes as they were both sharing a plate full of dumplings nearby so to speak of.

“CiCi, do you think that Rainbow Harmony is going to be okay with Lancelot during the holiday season…?” the prostrate pink pony asked her friend almost instantaneously after snagging one from the flat surface area as is.

It didn’t take much for the silver heavyweight to give out an answer all the same in the process, “of course she is: it’s actually nice that she’s finding her confidence back again after what had happened years ago with you–know–who; after all, it’s not everyday or, in this case, every party one goes to when it comes to forgetting about the trouble that has been caused. I know for a fact not many ponies who happened to be former friends who ever get the opportunity to move past the anguish and torment like anyone else would; after all, Twilight had a similar problem when Queen Chrysalis had impersonated Cadance and she was the only one to suspect it so far…”

“Well, that’s too bad: if my former foal sitter was being kidnapped by changelings, then I would’ve fallen for them too…” Toola–Roola had replied after swallowing down the foodstuff in question without any sort of hesitation whatsoever no less, “just about last decade, they would’ve been anypony’s worst nightmare come to life, especially considering how they’d nearly won. Speaking of which, there was this one pony whom had been writing books about them all the same, especially considering the events that had led up to the series of unfortunate events alone; granted, he hasn’t bothered to publish them yet though at the same time, something tells me it was a matter of time until this whole thing had turned into a major maelstrom of the worst kind.”

“How so…?” Coconut Cream inquired.

Sure enough, the petite pink pony was able to make a response before grabbing another one as is, “everything… since their special ability is transforming into somepony else that we happen to know and love, all they would’ve done was capture the Princesses and take their place as if nothing had happened; then, use their influences to spread throughout all of Equestria altogether. On paper, it’d have seemed the changelings were on their way to certain victory all the same, especially considering the facts; on the other hand, copying other ponies, especially the royal family, would’ve been met with more setbacks lurking alongside: since Princess Celestia once controlled the sun, it wouldn’t be long until we’d realized the moon needed to change places. Simply put, Queen Chrysalis’ takeover wouldn’t have even lasted about as long even if Twilight hadn’t saved the day so to speak; all the allies we had would’ve figured out what became of Equestria soon enough, even with all the rough patches from their past: buffaloes, deer, zebras, seaponies, yaks, and griffins would come to free us from the changelings all the same no less.”

“And how exactly would they: you said that they were capable of mimicry; what could their allies do about freeing us all…?” the silver heavyweight interjected, causing Toola–Roola to nearly choke on a dumpling in the process prior to clearing it all out, “besides the fact that half of those allies weren’t even in Equestria at the time, the rest would be at a loss to deal with them. For all we know, ponies won’t be the only kind they be capable of mimicking, let alone the only organisms therein, Too–Roo: buffaloes share their innate strength with yaks, deer have many powers over plants, and zebras are resistant to brainwashing; direct conflict alone, even en masse, would be a huge nightmare for the changelings so espionage and sabotage would benefit. There tactics alone would’ve posed a huge problem for the rest of the Equestrians as well as the other organism living in and out; soon, the only method to determine who is and isn’t a changeling would’ve most likely been to pluck some hair from the subject: at the very least, it’d have nipped her reign in the bud soon as possible, especially since they wouldn’t any naturally.”

“Agreed, it would’ve been common sense anyway, not that ever Chrysalis had any before long: even without her lies, she was doomed by her own arrogance and apathy all the same no less…” the petite pink pony simply prattled on before learning of the empty space that had used to be filled with foodstuff so much earlier no less.

Coconut Cream couldn’t even resist being cross afore asking Toola–Roola patiently nonetheless, “wanna make out before bedtime? The night is still young and we had plenty of food to eat by then…”

“I don’t mind it at all: I was kind of getting full of myself with these dumplings; besides, I’m real sorry about all this anyway…” the petite pink pony had answered instantaneously, prompting the silver heavyweight to crawl on about over to the former’s side, “c’mere you…”

None of the mares could do all that much, despite their resurgent passions so to speak of as far as they were all concerned about: the stardust memories of their shared food was enough to remind themselves, quick enough to be ethereal but long enough to last; even though their surroundings were sheltering the twosome, the kiss made them out of this world and back to reality in real life. Sure enough, they’d broken away and carried themselves up and running from the flooring almost immediately with a snicker: of the two in question, Coconut Cream was nimble and quick to lead Toola–Roola by the hand away from their shared domain now; whatever was going to happen next was all up to them alone, something that many around would be fast to relate to.

Needless to say, as much as one could find whatever youth within in both the dark and stormy night as well as the colorful individuals whom have already taken shelter from therein, time itself was still marching onward with or without them as they were continuing in such various states of progression alongside the utterly potential lack thereof so to speak of.

Underground Umber Utilities

Author's Note

Anyways, I just want to state for the record to those who may have forgotten what I'd said earlier about My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: aside from Samoa belonging Art–Anon, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still belong to Smudge Proof.

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 under a month 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.

Underground Umber Utilities

Dark skies over the lands were finally painted with the clusters of stars since the shine in the storm dissipated along with a silver crescent shining the way. It was one of the only aspects of beauty that, against almost everything, remained untouched by the tales of terrible things that ensued right below themselves. Even though the atmosphere itself was already cold enough to freeze the most pure of waters, its solidity would come to pass in the eyes of the most observant. Generally speaking, such temperatures were due to the overabundance of wintry precipitation solidifying over every single terrain imaginable whatsoever. Of course, only a few pedestrians left out in the cold below would be found sightseeing with a mix of fascination and frustration unbecoming nevertheless.

For the many who were nestled in the comforts of pale shelter, the utter lack of heat overall was almost incomprehensible; then again, it could be still seen. Like many of its internal environments, its inhabitants were safe from the weather for the most part whether they be standing about or underneath covers. There were some lanterns hanging from the walls by about few meters from the ground, varying in colors yet so few of them were currently in use at once. The background, walls serving as the foundation, was easily surrounded in delicate layers of terracotta while being rectangular enough to accommodate. Many of its windows were found to be displaying results of the heavy weather over the city, its wavering snowflakes and icicles growing against the glass. The flooring was basked in such hardwood carpentry: rich in many different tones thanks to the otherwise randomized alignments tightly packed together. The very area was garnished with over a score of fine bedding in the same shape, size, and color: each of them capable of holding at most four inhabitants.

Speaking of which, they had totaled up to a hundredfold already basking in the cold comforts, many of whom were lying directly in between the sheets. Equines were the most common species: most were plain, some had wings, other possessed horns, but few had both; of course, there were exceptions. All of them donned manes and tails with colors reminiscent of fruits in various shades, styles, and spans alike cohabiting along a couple others as well. To make things even more obvious, many of them were in the altogether; as a matter of fact, the mares present and accounted for mostly wore some collars. Resonating within the whole moment was that all of them were currently found in various poses imaginable, averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs. Some sounds of moans, groans, and squealing about were heard instantaneously alongside with chattering amongst those whom either in or out of bed.

Apple Bloom was inside the bed with Tender Taps right behind her directly for some company, sharing the same space with Scootaloo and Lemon on the opposite side so to speak of.

“Aren’t you glad that you went to the party, Apple Bloom…?” the orange pegasus asked before giggling about.

Snuggling up with the orange stallion, the aforementioned mare answered back with a smile, “more than Ah had expected: it’s nice we’d seen each other again; the three of us together again, just like old times’ sake…!”

“It’s also nice to meet so many friends in here again: my little Scooter’s still one of the Wonderbolts’ biggest fan; speaking of which, I never expected to meet one of them here again, let alone stick with Cloudy Daze…” the blonde bedfellow sighed, holding Scootaloo tightly by the abdomen, “it’s also a shame that Rainbow Dash’s still taken already…”

“It can’t be helped: she’s older, we’re younger; that’s life…” Tender Taps had told the mares.

It was at this point Sweetie Belle joined with them at the middle, standing at the bedpost clad in a silky smooth snow white housecoat open enough to show cleavage but otherwise modest saying, “it’s only a good thing that the storm is over: I can’t believe it’s going to take all day tomorrow to clear all this snow and ice away; I just hope we get to return home for the holidays in time…”

“We will… we always have been; besides, Ah can’t wait to see Pinkie and her sisters again…” the beaming yellow mare said, kissing the orange stallion behind after turning around briefly, “the whole entire family’s going to be there already…!”

“Speaking of family, Rainbow’s parents aren’t going to believe who she’s inviting; of course, this is going to require more than just some legwork…” the orange pegasus chuckled, much to the white unicorn’s derision.

Sweetie Belle snidely remarked immediately, “you’d still remembered Cloudsdale’s way up in the skies; it’s nothing like the rest of Equestria, much less Ponyville, mind you… After all, you’re gonna have to get Twilight’s assistant to come up with another potion to help your lover stand alone in the skies; at least it’ll take much less effort than making those glimmer wings…”

“I know, right…?” Scootaloo had said before turning to face Lemon and nuzzling about already, “I may have been underdeveloped but even I’m too careful to risk gallivanting like a butterfly…”

“Whatever…” the white unicorn had huffed gruffly, scowling about as she walked away from the unbalanced bedfellows before it had been smelted down into a seductive smirk slowly.

It didn’t take long for the orange stallion to pull the metal chain directly nearby himself, switching the light source off before whispering at once, “good night, Apple Bloom…”

Afterwards, silence had slowly slipped into the room as the occupants were huffing and puffing greatly into extreme exhaustion as they now burned with passion. The ice and winds of the nighttime sky were currently starting to subside and so were their very sensualities as they’d slowly drifted off into slumber all too soon. Movements between themselves were brought to an absolute minimum as they slipped off onto sleep already, few of whom with textiles adorning their bodies.

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.

Needless to say, there was a small wall of screens residing about in an orderly against the darkness before the dawn so red became an enemy. Each of the glass monitors had pictures of mares and stallions with other creatures rivalling them already in the throes of concupiscence moving on. All that could be said about them was that it was stuck in the past, hence the minimalistic interfaces overlaying the animated imagery therein. To say about their origins overall was a default gateway to the stardust memories of what had transpired directly within these very vantage points.

Up in front of them was a pair of ponies, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing swept up in their passions: the latter bent over forwards with her hands nearby the keyboards drooling about at the displays; the former was now thrusting inward and outward of his adjacent target in a steady momentum. Blushing grins were flexed by themselves, pleasured by the dark–haired unicorn slowly rubbing up against the silver pegasus while sliding the prepuce about rapidly while the latter wavered around and increased in luxury, giving off vastly small yet high–pitched moans in the process. Even he could barely help it, grunting, panting, and moaning as well every time his thrusting shaft punctured through her bare flanks, causing herself to wriggle forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in a cocoon of love just to make a part of him work harder to do so much to the latter.

“Oh yes… that’s right, master; oh yes…, give it all to me, hon!” Silver Wing grunted amorously, the constant moaning expelled from her mouth made it arguably hard to speak up clearly for it had quickly turned into words as she cried loudly, “oh master… please hon, please… make me your cumslut!”

Smudge Proof had suppressed a joyful groan during the sensual struggle as he then slid his yard all the way through his lover’s fundament, its whitening warmth conjoining within the spiked abyss as her enjoyment was the result of the typhoon force winds drilling inside herself with great pleasure.

“I take that the anal was breathtaking as usual, eh Winger…?” the dark–haired unicorn asked at once, before disengaging slowly with a wet slick.

The silver pegasus nearly collapsed and sighed, panting and moaning before looking behind, “anything for you, sir. At least the three hour sex games should keep up company for the next few months; of course, once we find a distributor to do all the work, we can rake in much of the bits and pieces…”

“Indeed; besides, think of all the other ponies who can benefit from this encounter: the failing couples, hopeless virgins, and struggling wordsmiths alike…” he said to her before stealing away a kiss upon making eye contact, resting his hand by the sheath without a care in the world, “they would be finding themselves amused by every single one of our distinguished guests tonight…”

“Especially that freckly redhead with Snips… I wish I’d have gotten a taste for her creampies…” Silver Wing purred playfully after breaking away from Smudge Proof, focusing in on the sight of Babs moaning with Snips taking her from behind.

The dark–haired unicorn chuckled, “there will always be next time: besides, once the summer season pops up, you’ll might even get your chance sure enough; I heard that Rosemound happens to be so much more warmer around that time of the year…”

“Oh, another romantic getaway in the making already…?” the silver pegasus cooed, quickly turning around to face her lover directly, stroking his modest abs with a light touch approach, “surely, you never cease to amaze me, master…”

“Neither do you, Winger…” Smudge Proof sighed before Silver Wing had hurriedly taken aim at his prepuce.

The amorous silver pegasus’ knees reached the floor, already bent down to glance at the sodden shaft with a profligate grin while quietly giggling to herself. At first, she used her gloved hands to knead the yard around playfully like a tiny joystick; before long, her tongue slipped had outwardly and slowly slid about. With salivation already making contact, all the dark–haired unicorn could do was rest one of the hands on his lover’s mane to stroke and pat based on progress. Silver Wing’s tongue still freely licked his prepuce before slowly forwarding her mouth inward, taking a break to moan in a sultry tone of such joint arousal. Even though Smudge Proof spread his legs a bit further to give the silver pegasus more room to lick around, the former barely helped himself but drool and blush. In no time whatsoever, she driveled on it for some significance time until her mouth was finished sipping extract from the dark–haired unicorn’s shaft.

Swallowing it whole, Silver Wing looked up and asked him at once, “how did I do so far, master; had I done well…?”

“Well, your lip service was sloppy, you rushed in too fast, and you didn’t fondle my balls long enough…” Smudge Proof summarized with little ease whatsoever, taking little time to whittle down the experience, “other than that, you still got it good…!”

“Thank you, master; I can’t wait to continue this tomorrow morning…!” the silver pegasus chimed, jumping up to hug the dark–haired unicorn tightly with little warning whatsoever.

The mismatched pair had finally left the area alone, flushing the screens with a large burst of photons before being phased out by the darkness like before, the moving images still playing about in a pattern.

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 currently traded spaces, no doubt the progress of the golden sun already rising upward. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life began anew, or for the numerous up and running, continued advancing to their ticking of timepieces.

Such was the case for one of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificently similar conurbation on display. Although predominantly adorned with a richly frosted coating of metal gears survived, there were sections of eight plum pillars within. At least a dozen of windowsills were already being plastered on the structure, each of themselves outlined in aluminum framework all the same. Resting firmly on the top, the very building itself possessed a skylight firmly rectangular in a contrast to its overall rounded formation. The orange textile currently hung in from the side of the building with letters in jet–black reading all orderly “HAZBEAR INCORPORATED”.

Trotting out of the front door was a plain purple pony stumbling about, wheezing and heaving about complete with a crooked grin plastered about no less. The only attire upon the traveler had consisted of a pair of denim pants currently reeking with one too many stains of several yesterdays clinging on about. Though the purple pony’s eyes were hollowed out, they were far from empty; however, the irises within were far too diminutive to the naked eyes either way.

Either way, as the lonely traveler was walking away from the establishment, a dead calm emanated about like it were so; even with the sun approaching the event horizon, none of those eyes were fixated on either the heat and light ready to go all out: for what it was worth, it was going to be no different from either the past or future, something that many could relate to as is.

“Dash it all, it’s only a matter of time before someone else’s offspring gets it; it’s been almost a few decades and I’m not here!” a low grumble had escaped from the jagged edges of the dental orifice, its octaves solidified at a baritone followed by a cough, “even with sudden the change in leadership, there’s no way she’s gonna believe all this; besides, they’ll think it’s Grogar’s work!”

It didn’t take long until the purple pony had perambulated across the way upon a sidewalk, now possessing a frown with hands now in both pockets. Although mindful of other pedestrians like himself, they’d all taken great pains to avoid bumping into the traveler at all costs like life depended on it. Nearing a lone garden, the purple pony slowly took in the sounds of random conversations from others interspersed with the coll air and avian choir. Standing on the edge of the corner where the populace had stepped and the airstreams are all cold, both eyes turning away from them and crept.

It wasn’t long until the lonely traveler had stopped in place, spasming about as the foul mouth had begin to open wide already; after a few seconds of dead air, some materials had managed to escape from there with so little warning and hesitation at once: an amalgamation of many wires and metal with some plastic landed into a nearby grate within the same sidewalk so to speak of. Afterwards, the purple pony had collapsed onto the flat surface underneath these hooves, both kneecaps now buckling within: the pressure points alone were enough to betray whatever stance and the structures inside of them as they became gelatinous; as a result, both eyes became up, close, and personal with the solid concrete they’d been walking upon for a long period of time. Now, it would’ve seemed that the lonely traveler was now nevermore, especially to at least one eyewitness from any species: the fact there were plenty of scars upon the back filled with such uniform shades both great and small served as its evidence; not only that, both eyes had started fading away, causing all of that ever present gray to become darkened within only seconds as is.

“You won’t die…” a gentle voice wafted into the rotting ears, bearing the qualities of an ethereal coloratura from the distance: since the morning was just beginning, it’d been drowned out by the cold oxygen breezing on out through the cityscape here; in addition, since the purple pony was left upon the stony lonesome, it’d have seemed that the source itself was next to nonexistent.

Still, the words alone were left on repeat, unchanging in content and tone all the while as far as it could be heard so to speak of: the frequency within all of this was the same as the recent start not too long ago, overlapping yet coherent for what it is worth; either way, not even the lonely traveler could hear them all loud and clear, especially considering the current condition at large. Afterwards, something came about which had changed it all in so little time, a small fraction compared to the recent events: the purple pony had sprang back up to both hooves, pushing the dirtied hands far away from the very ground beneath them all; despite the emptiness within, such small pinpricks were now emanating about from epicenter of the sockets almost immediately. Then, the lonely traveler began to walk again, albeit at a slower speed than before, groaning about with every step taken as is: despite being much lighter on account of having lost such many interchangeable parts, the weight of the world still prevailed; either way, both hooves had kept on going across the same pavement, struggling to further vacate the premises all the while.

The purple pony coughed out as is, “make no mistake, this accursed legacy must end soon for the good of all, this I can swear on my life…”

Nevertheless, the vignettes of vicissitudes reached their collective conclusion like so with the most likely yet depleting chance of continuance therein. Either way, the big blue sky had remained clear enough, the golden sun still shining about over the horizon with flocks of birds flying in every direction. A similar civilization was also found but defined in more variously rustic materials, most of which were befitting for the likes of the three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it on a lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided to forestry. In the background, a valley and ridge of mountains raged with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. The town bustled with an utter abundance of people from various demographics whatsoever: age, gender, finances, and social positions notwithstanding.

Of the scarce pedestrians within the vicinity of the very area, there was but a group of six mares whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance. The sextet alone had consisted of Flutterbye, Samoa, Toola–Roola, Coconut Cream, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon upon a fullest display already. Without a doubt, there were still some significant differences which they had, something many like themselves would’ve cared less about in the least.

Their collective sense of fashion was generally simplistic for the very environment they were in. The fruity pegasus was already donning a white blouse with a viridescent skirt over her body. The lonely zebra currently wore a jaded ensemble of a beret, sash, and skirt with a white shirt. The spectral counterpart was dressed in a sky blue shirt and purple shorts held by suspenders. The silver heavyweight’s textiles consisted of a white jacket and monochromatic pants combo. The crowned correspondent had a gold coat matching boots with a white skirt and black blouse. The young gray mare wore a plum blouse with matching boots and pink skirt with a white stripe.

“I’m so glad to be back in Ponyville again; never thought this big city was going to be this hectic around the holiday season: it’s still not Manehattan…” Flutterbye had sighed, under no animosity meandering in before trailing off; nevertheless, she persisted, “anyways, it was good thing to meet some ponies again outside of it…”

“Same here…” Toola–Roola had said.

Diamond Tiara chimed in, “good times were still had by all…”

“Speaking of which, you want to come to my house…?” Silver Spoon had spoken up to the rest of her compeers almost immediately.

“Don’t even bet on it; Too–Roo needs my help cleaning up the bakery for the rush tomorrow; we still don’t know what’s even gonna happen…” Coconut Cream answered back mirthlessly, wrapping her left arm around her lightweight lover’s shoulder immediately at once.

Samoa had now jumped into the conversation, “last year was an utter pain for the both of us, simple and plain: it’d seemed like there more ponies than I’d anticipated but no phonies; I could tell for a fact that about most of them were on vacation from abroad a few like a gem…”

“Well, that still sucks…” the young gray mare interjected, readjusting her glasses at once, “of course, that’s just the cost of doing business this time of year, everypony in there knows it all too well…”

“Yeah, and the Apples are still having a hard time trying to play catch–up, especially with Granny Smith spacing out and about; even my dad has been having trouble going multinational what with the supplies dwindling about…” Diamond Tiara responded as she’d looked onward into the mountainside.

Toola–Roola sucked in some air and sighed, “well, it can’t be helped whatsoever: zap apples have been getting hard to come by since Granny Smith had seen better days; at least it’s not about that guy she’d been talking about last year…”

“Look, please live your life…” the lonely zebra had coughed outward rather speedily, her visage burning a bit brightly so to speak of, “I know for a fact that strife is threatening us all like it had a sharp knife even though it is not all rife…”

“I know that…” the pink lightweight had said, turning her eyes in the opposite direction from the remaining five.

As Samoa started breaking away from the band of six, Flutterbye spoke, “well, we best be getting going now; Pipsqueak’s still waiting for us anyway and we still have some foals to take care of together: they’re still barely able to walk upright…”

“Can we come see them…?” Silver Spoon asked, causing the fruity pegasus to stop in place, “Sweet Victory might as well needs a play date…”

“Yeah, of course: you two are still welcome anyways; ‘the more the merrier’ is what Twilight said…” the aforementioned mare chirped upon turning around before continuing to walk further away the quartet alongside the zebra.

Sure enough, both multicolored mares had also began going their separate ways too, sending themselves off with a simultaneous, “see ya…!”

“So, Silvy…” the crowned pony purred, latching onto the young gray mare’s abdomen gently, “since Hearth’s Warming a few days away, hence the free time to ourselves, do you wanna do the mess around at the spa…?”

“I don’t mind at all, Ditty; besides, we should go ahead and invite the Crusaders as well…” Silver Spoon sighed serenely to Diamond Tiara.

The crowned pony sighed before their muzzles finally opened up at once, both tongues finally slipping out for their ecstatic exploration between themselves; after a minute’s worth of being tongue–tied, the young gray mare had broken away, “let’s go on ahead; I’m pretty sure they’re going to need some rest and relaxation before it all begins: consider this an early present…”

“Ooh you’re a bad cat, Ditty…” Silver Spoon sniggered, quickly ditching Diamond Tiara for the latter to chase after the former straightaway at once, “come on, you; last one there is a rotten egg…!”

Pseudoscientific Chatoyance

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: I'd also want to state for the record this chapter's unaffiliated with a certain writer; however, it's 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; additionally, here are the following fan characters whom will be making an appearance in this one: Samoa and Do–Si–Do, belonging to Art–Anon.

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 under a month 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.

Pseudoscientific Chatoyance

A lone sterile environment was found to be massive: all clean and pristine to a fault, despite its overall purpose already being utilized currently. The flooring was made up of bronze earthenware tiles on the ground, richly reminiscent of the solid earth and the treasures it could have held. The walls were painted in vaguely obscure silver, a much arguably colorful shade than the very snowstorm that was still raging onward and about. Speaking of which, the gentle taps of flakes were heard from above, courtesy of the skylight up above the flooring alongside the electrical lights. Accommodations were typical things including a long line of stalls, each containing a toilet and bidet inside along with some sinks out in front. In addition, there were also some showers nearby that were mostly active, contributing to the heat and moisture that grew right on the mirrors.

Amongst the few ponies that were found in attendance, Scootaloo was found to be washing her hands as she’d barely paid attention to the steamy reflection of herself. The orange pegasus’ eyes were filled with angst and unease as the sweat off her brows became mixed in with the water and foam which already swirled into the drain. Of course, she was firmly aware of the fact her upper limbs weren’t the only places on her body still being moistened considering the environment she was currently in.

“Lemon, are you done yet…?” Scootaloo had called out instantly, her question already getting lost in the echoes of the running water nearby.

Despite the obstructions, the orange pegasus gotten her reply almost immediately, “just a second, Scootaloo; I need to straighten out my mane…!”

“It would have been much more easier if she’d just let me help her…” Scootaloo had gently cerebrated, shutting the steely faucet off completely as both of her hands became cleaned again; afterwards, she’d quickly turned around and started walking away, “how far along are you anyway, Lemon…?”

“Just about one more round and we’ll be back in action…” the titular tenant’s voice had answered at once.

In spite of the mist, the orange pegasus paced herself away from the sink and followed the source of it all, finding a shadow within along with some running waters in an arc. At first glance, Scootaloo assumed that said form in question had belonged to her bleached blond friend; after all, the latter gave out the former a reason to even be here as is. Nevertheless, the orange pegasus was also aware that neither of them were alone, despite the rather near lacking of other ponies, much less mares like herself and Lemon.

Needless to say, Scootaloo had been proven wrong: rather than the bleached blond friend, Lily was there, rinsing the suds off of her body; on the other hand, there were a few more ponies inside as well.

Before finding the strength to talk and call out to Lemon, the orange pegasus had started speaking to the muscular mare first, “are you alright, ma’am…?”

“Huh…?” Lily had gasped as she’d turned around to find Scootaloo within her sights at once, “what happened…?”

“Sorry, I’d thought for a second here that you were my friend Lemon but it seems she’s not alone; is there something on your mind…?” the orange pegasus had asked the muscular mare instantaneously.

Lily had turned away and retorted somberly, “nothing much, it’s just that I feel so guilty in this party: everypony else that I know of and seen so far have partners of their own, including my friends, Red and Fry. We’d used to seem so happy together before we were invited to this place: I can still remember the election we had partaken in years ago so Pipsqueak could become student president. All that I can think of now is me being the anomaly in the grand scheme of things: I’m probably the only pony around here who isn’t hooked up with some special somepony of my own now. Considering that there are at least several scores of ponies like me, it’s ironic that I hadn’t gotten around to settling down, until Danny came along; he’d must have gotten so invested into his work, I didn’t think it was possible to even do it. Presumably, it must have something to do with his relationship with his father, Jack: he used to have a promising career as a writer when he was younger but his alcoholism ripped much of it away; the excessive inebriations almost costed him his life one day long after breaking his son’s arm. Somehow, I’m asking myself if coming here alone was a good idea: I know for a fact I can’t let what happened to Danny stop him from trying to make peace altogether; after all, I can’t even believe that I was so worried about what is going to occur one day if things don’t go well at large.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like that Smudge Proof expected you to have sex with only Danny here…” Scootaloo had articulated, noticing a teardrop crawling out amongst the muscular mare’s visage, “besides, I was actually surprised to find you with the likes of Dinky Hooves of all ponies…”

“Wait, you know about this too; but, what about the others…?” Lily choked out within seconds.

Unfazed, the orange pegasus elaborated onward, “relax, Lily: there’s nothing wrong with even thinking about liking other ponies of the same sex; after all, I have two gay aunts anyway. If anything, I’d thought that she would’ve struck out with Shady; they were like peas in a pod as far as I can remember: Dinky had plenty of siblings and Shady had Green along with their cousin Sunny. As a matter of fact, I could still remember the days these colts were both being picked on by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, all for having no cutie marks; that being said, it wasn’t like getting one would guarantee protection from such things, especially since ponies like me weren’t from around these parts of Equestria thereof anyway. Up until I’d grown up, I never had devoted anytime for romantic relationships, let alone experimenting in general; all I’d wanted was to fly better than I’d actually could in my youth, especially I’m still trying to wrap my head around how one of the biggest pegasi in the Wonderbolts had the smallest wings when it’d came to flight…”

“I’d been wondering the same thing ever since I’d seen in the past: at least I’d understood the name Bulk Biceps, white or not…” the muscular mare had muttered quietly, briefly covering her open mouth with both hands almost instantaneously before Scootaloo, “what I can’t understand is how is it I’m the only pony in my school that can lift the schoolhouse all by myself…”

“Well, Twilight Sparkle once said that earth pony magic manifests itself through their connection to the flora and fauna in many ways during the Hearthswarming’s pageant over a decade ago…” the orange pegasus had told Lily before looking around themselves in the waters and mists thereof.

The muscular mare said, “I don’t see what makes mine different…”

“It’s simple: you have all this strength inside your body because it’s what defines you as a pony, as an individual so to speak of…” Scootaloo had pondered about, placing a hand away from Lily after surveiling the supersaturated environment they were both in, “from the looks of your cutie mark, you seem to strike me as a mare willing to play defense for kith and kin in times of crisis. At the same time, your gentleness all the while gives other ponies an incentive to place their trust in you when the time comes: Apple Bloom had recalled you and Twist being able to make a nice pie together, in spite of your personal differences at large; as a matter of fact, it was in the same place as Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Peach Fuzz doing the same task at hand anyways…”

“Yeah, I remember that day: to be honest, I was actually nervous being around the two, especially Diamond Tiara herself; as a matter of fact, Twist had confessed something to me…” the muscular mare replied as some wet steps slowly plopped behind themselves right in midst of the driving deluge.

Before long, the bleached blonde had cut into the fray instead, “what exactly were you two talking about earlier…?”

“School days…” the orange pegasus had replied, quickly locking lips with Lemon only briefly before breaking away at once, “now let’s go back and join the others in another room: I heard some students studying abroad from another land have returned once again and I want to see them.”

“Oh, you mean Chantilly and Oxbow; I’d seen them before: they were with all those other students like Parkton, Red Lantern, Primrose, and Well Spoken back at Rosemound two years ago…” Lily said, earning a gasp from both of her peers at the sound observation the former had given out immediately.

Out of the agape mouths, only the bleached blonde recovered from the shock and formed some words, “I didn’t know you remember them all; it must have been a real profitable venture getting to see them all…!”

“Not quite: if anything, I was more worried of terrifying them since they hadn’t seen a strong mare like me in a long time…” the muscular mare had countered before forcing out a laugh nervously, sweat mixing in with the water like dioxide into the air, “then again, that ram scares me more than I could scare him anyway…”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of: I’m pretty sure you’ll all find your special someday soon enough; besides, I believe it’s time we should leave now, lest we want to keep soaking up the water for ourselves…!” Lemon had snickered before leaving the two alone to follow the sound of water within the confined area.

It didn’t take long for the arched current to be shut off as Scootaloo had regrouped with them both, prompting her to chirp brightly, “let’s go check out the citrine room; you can come with us while we’re at it…!”

They did, of course, the wonders of the environment itself no different from before: white hot, lights, equilateral borders, stormy windows, tufted carpentry, soft furnishings, bountiful foodstuff, and a few dozen occupants. That being said, even that very room alone had its own differences as shown from the hot and heavy environment, especially amongst its denizens whom were composed mostly of other ponies like the three visitors in question. From what they can see, many inhabitants had manes and tails with colors reminiscent of fruit in various shades, styles, and spans alike, barely matching the background in which everyone was already inside to its barest minimum. Like the three mares in attendance, not only a vast majority of them inside of there were in the altogether, the others in general had worn only some collars; of course, Lily was still trying to process all of the sights and sounds. Just like the violet section from long ago, all of them were currently being found in various poses imaginable, still averaging at no more–or–less than mere pairs all moaning, groaning, and squealing without a care whatsoever. A composite series of strings and percussion with blaring bass tones were playing about acute from a phonograph with brief flashes of color streaking about in clear–cut shapes both simplistic and otherwise in near synchronicity.

Samoa was in the middle of it all directly, serving as the anomaly in an otherwise colorful room with its matching tenants as is: much like the rest of them, her only attire was but a simple collar, blue as the crystalline night sky albeit without any storms; her flanks were painted by a flock of butterflies, blacker than the empty void existing far above the nocturnal atmosphere and its snow.

“Go ahead, Pipsqueak: make Flutterbye creak…!” the lone zebra sighed as her fingertips were directly inside of her own flowerbed underneath, “’tis just a sneak peak of the night that reaks to make us all do more than squeak…”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that mare to be all by herself, let alone dance to the beat: this sounds like something fit for a nightclub like Cosmo Booming or something else…” the muscular mare had spoken to both the orange pegasus and her bleached counterpart already, her arctic eyes looking away from Samoa lightly gyrating about at once.

The listless Lemon responded to Lily lackadaisically, “at least she’s not even alone in the fun department: one of the Filly Guides is even wearing some clothes and she’s being reamed by one of the colts right about now…”

True to the colors of what had been just said, the muscular mare was treated to the sight of the quadrupedal Do–Si–Do writhing about against a brown stallion abaft her. A set of bright creamy tresses were found making its very way from his head and dock, radiating about as if each strand were made of whirlwinds and its gold experience. Found on the blond stallion’s right ear were but a pair of small silvery earrings, giving off an illustrious sheen against the pure white lights and the colorful offshoots. Around his luxurious pupils were of an arctic blue scheme, already tensed up from the current assault he was subjecting the lanky ginger to as of this moment in time. In regards to the blond stallion’s lack of attire at large, his rather similarly muscular body was proof of his occupation of Do–Si–Do’s croup all the same so to speak of. Resting upon his flanks was a bowl of ice cream, its colorful scoops covered in two different kinds of syrup with a spoon sticking out at the side of the same material.

“You Filly Guides really love some secret butt fun so much, it’s never enough for you; find the largest, thickest cock and it still won’t be enough for you…!” the blond stallion growled snidely through his wicked grin affixed upon the visage, loins slamming against one another with little warning, “you’re probably no better than the rest of your troop, aren’t you, Do–Si–Do…?”

“Hah… fuck no…!” the lanky ginger replied with a strained moan as he felt his flanks being prodded about repeatedly by him.

The blond stallion watched as the space between their thighs grew and shrank interchangeably, watching as his prepuce was being constantly pulled out only to go back inside creating a small trickle of red crawling down Do–Si–Do’s legs.

He’d etched closer and whispered into the lanky ginger’s left ear, “you must be so worked up; do you want to fuck me harder than I am doing to you: plunge your dingy dildo into my body until I’m tired with your wasted talent…?”

“Anything to stop my flanks from becoming more damaged, master… please…!” Do–Si–Do had mewed under duress from the blond stallion as her sheath became moist with a more achromatic liquid, “Banana Breadfruit…!”

“Already: for somepony to be into anal so much, you happen to be so delicate to give up too soon; at least the only good thing coming out of it’s the fact that I’ve been able to make you come…” he’d heaved whilst breaking away from the lanky ginger whom had already collapsed onto the floor panting and groaning as her flanks were filled in with his solution.

Before Do–Si–Do could have any time to herself for recovery, the blond stallion planted his muzzle onto her undercarriage with little warning whatsoever, causing her to muffle out, “hng…”

“Rest easy, my little pony; you’re going to need it when I’m through with you here…!” he’d strained out a snicker before lapping at the lanky ginger, her jet–black dress barely covering the flowerbed anyway, “here’s your honeyed lips…!”

“Well, that was a mind freak…” Lily had sighed, turning away from Do–Si–Do who couldn’t help herself but to moan hoarsely.

The shrugging bleached blonde said, “it’s not like it can’t be helped or discouraged: besides, Little Red was also using a strap–on earlier when Liberty had some fun earlier, like they did since Rosemound; if anything, Do–Si–Do isn’t the only mare being a good sport about this ordeal…”

Notably, the muscular mare had currently focused in at two couples residing nearby the lanky ginger and the blond stallion: Hyacinth and Cloudy already on the opposite end of the concupiscence as well as Plaid and Star stuck in the middle of it all; judging from the looks on the rest of their faces, the mares were in the same position the preceding twosome were inside. Either way, it was at this point the remaining quartet were all panting and moaning about in synchronicity all the while: the stallions were plowing their shafts into their corresponding targets’ fundaments and the mares were having their visages slathered in scarlet from the overindulgence everyone else was being swept up in, something Lily had related to already as is. Out of the paired duet, the heavyset blond was taking his time already exploring the confines of his athletic yet curvaceous correspondent, his fleshy yard nestled within the edges of her croup as they slid in and out of them at a slow and steady pace, something the others nearby were still aware of no less, especially Do–Si–Do who was already giggling about from long broad strokes. Now that the remaining mares were in the same actionable position as the lanky ginger, they were already given a more rough and tumble fashion while still overwhelmed by enough lust to distract themselves from the textures of their respective stallions abaft, still entering and exiting at their own different speeds, much like the chocolatey blond from before so to speak of no less. Simply put, the orange mare was the most pleasured from the indigo stallion’s excursion already, moaning the loudest as her flanks were being redden by his direct hands–on efforts, their bared integuments galling off from each other’s constantly close contact they, like others, were already engaged no less, something in which the muscular mare was observant of compared to the rest.

“Hah…!” the muscular stallion grunted as Do–Si–Do sprayed into his general direction with but a lustful smirk on the visage, “you’ve barely changed a bit, haven’t you, Do–Si–Do…? Last year, you and your marefriend had no problem whatsoever in taking some cock up inside of the flankhole, now it seems your slutty butt still can’t take my huge cock in there; it’s no wonder why you’d detested anal and colt cuddlers in general – you couldn’t handle yourself getting wrecked by ponies like me…! At least their marefriends, Plaid and Hyacinth were able to still hold their own when it came to secret butt fun the same way as Twist and the Apple cousins had done last time we’d seen her together with her coltfriend at Vanhoover; even CD has been keeping his cock firmly into some Wonderbolt flank all the same and he’s into theatrics.”

“Ahh… Lickety, you’re still so… rough but I like it… even with my clothes on… I’m still naked enough… to let you fuck me…” the lanky ginger had panted as her textiles were now becoming stained by the solutions within so to speak of.

Plaid had looked on to find Do–Si–Do still sprawled about and grunted anyway, “well, we can still… agree on one thing… Lickety had… a good mind to… go and do you… really good… even after… you all of his… cock inside there… you’re still begging… for more action… and adventure…!”

“I know; even… after all that… it still isn’t… enough for me… to be at least… satisfied with it…” the lanky ginger mewed as she’d found herself further soiling her fabrics by chafing the loins in between legs; this caught all of the mares nearby off–guard as well as the other stallions too, “somepony, please… eat me out now… I’m a dirty whorse…!”

“You know, Star… this Filly Guide… may as well need… it already… after what he did… to her, it’d be… nice to help her… clean up once again… besides, I’ve been… remembering what… her creampie tasted… like right now… since Lickety… blew his load in…” the orange mare sighed, looking at Do–Si–Do with hungry eyes as the eponymous equine had stopped.

It wasn’t long until Plaid crawled away from the indigo stallion and moved her smirking muzzle over onto the lanky ginger’s haunches, prompting him to speak to the former at once, “are you sure you want to do this; you’d just had sex with Hyacinth not long ago, remember…?”

“I know but I just can’t let a delicate young mare go on looking and feeling like this; after all, it’s been a year since we’d seen her again: who knows what could’ve happened in between times…” the orange mare answered as Do–Si–Do now sprayed the same compound into the former’s face, “besides, I’m already like her more than ever…”

“Hah…!” was all that lanky ginger could say as Plaid started lapping at the concoctions upon the former’s lap after licking the first batch right away.

Needless to say, Star didn’t object, already shoving his prepuce right back into the orange mare’s fundament as she’d started exploring Do–Si–Do’s egresses almost immediately in the meantime.

The fact that Plaid was now lapping into the lanky ginger’s croup left the latter wincing in pleasure as the former’s dirty deed synced up with the indigo stallion still pushing in and out. The orange mare moved around and zeroed in onto Do–Si–Do’s inner edges, leaving the latter more hot and bothered than ever, despite having a shaft lodged directly into the former’s flanks. Still, Plaid refused to be parted from the extract left behind by the darker blond, even as she’d felt her fundament contract every push and pull alongside the brief moments in between at once. In the meantime, Star focused his yard into the orange mare’s croup at a higher speed than before, increasing her ecstasy in little to no time whatsoever with a new oral fixation herein out. All the constant attention the lanky ginger received was leaving her most eager for what Plaid gave out the whole time, the former panting and moaning as the latter had still retained focus. Either way, the indigo stallion still noticed how the orange mare’s flanks had maintained a much tighter grip; their mews grew loud with each passing thrust now stirring about with momentum. Star paused for a moment to savor the textures of Plaid’s callipygian muscles as well as the performance she and Do–Si–Do had still partaken in, something others noted like they’d done. Needless to say, the indigo stallion started slamming into the orange mare as hard as possible, causing her to tense up yet relax anyway as she still couldn’t let go of the lanky ginger at all.

Star pumped himself further inward, delivering more crushing blows to Plaid in a steady pattern as she, too, had started to rub her moist sheath after finally cleaning out Do–Si–Do at once; of the two mares directly in his line of eyesight, the former had gurgled, “come on, Star: shoot your load into my flank hole; make me cum like she’d done when Lickety fucked her really hard…”

“Almost there…” the indigo stallion sputtered as the orange mare bucked her flanks against his skin with overwhelming determination; needless to say, his hard work had paid off as the same extract that exited from Lickety and entered the lanky ginger earlier ago now escaped from the former, “UNF…!”

“OH, STAR…!” Plaid snorted intensely, her body imploding from the utter shock of Star’s excursion before falling onto Do–Si–Do’s legs; while both fundaments had been supersaturated, the former was now riddled with the same compound consumed from the latter mare as they’d both panted and moaned about.

Do–Si–Do soon regained the strength to rolled around in place and sat up straight to face the orange mare in between her cannons with a sigh before noticing three bystanders from before, “evening, gals; to what do we owe the pleasure of your acquaintance…?”

“We were just wondering where one can go off and find some toys to play with at this hour…” Scootaloo had asked as the lanky ginger moaned out loud at this very moment in time no less, “do you know where we can even find them…?”

“Oh, if I have to guess, then it’d be in a toy box over one of the corners; that unicorn was there earlier pulling out some beads to put into his fillyfriend’s flanks…” Do–Si–Do answered, patting around her torso afore pointing to another pair of pegasi whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, residing near a corner of the room few feet away from them.

On the one hand, they’d possessed certain common traits: light coating upon their bodies, highly limber statures, short tresses, and such amorous demeanors; on the other hand, there were some significant differences the three had taken note of from their heated and sweating bodies now displaying their own contrasting chests. For starters, there was a lone creamy stallion already sitting in a goldenrod chair looking directly at his very counterpart kneeling at his waistline, an ivory mare with some rope tied around her wings, all made from the same material which had clothed her very body to the point of hugging the integuments between loose and tight. Secondment, the former was a brunet wearing his small mane all straightened out despite but a lonesome cowlick sticking out like a sore thumb whereas the latter was as blonde as the others except every single amber wave of grain had been painted neatly as all of those tresses were running down the nape of her neckline. Thirdly, as simplistic their flanks were, their colors were opposing: the creamy stallion had wore a snow white feather on both of them fully toned despite being out of sight for the most part; the ivory mare simply donned on but a trio of jet–black paw prints belonging to a creature of a different species up on display hereon. Of the twosome also in heat, the brunet pegasus simply bore eyes matching his tresses as they were being bombarded with leisurely pleasure while the smaller blonde’s spring green orbs became clouded by intense lust despite being framed by black specs; needless to say, this was a sentiment shared by the rest of them. The creamy stallion was possessing a lightweight figure, lacking both muscles and lipids alike but otherwise healthy so to speak of but the ivory mare had a vast and petite cleavage rivaling the likes of the observant Lily herself, especially considering the fact they were softer and devoid of ridges racing around with no effort. Another crucially important detail sitting the blonde pegasus apart from the brunet correspondent and many of his peers was the collar worn by her: it was donning the same color as the one not only around the muscular mare’s neckline but others like, and unlike, themselves altogether, not that the former had minded so to speak.

Despite looking helpless, all that the creamy stallion could do was rest one of his hands on the ivory mare’s wavy mare, stroking and patting about since she was kneeling at the waistline with a prepuce lodged within her hot and heavy lips as he moaned, “yeah, suck it down, you blonde bimbo; you still make that bulky Filly Guide look and feel even smarter by comparison…”

“At least I’m still not so wimpy like you, limp noodle…” the blonde pegasus had cooed before forwarding back onto the brunet counterpart’s waistline, “it’d have still been nicer if you’d gotten your cock enlarged to the size of a manticore’s.”

“Just be grateful I’m letting you have a BJ, Zippoorwhore…” the creamy stallion huffed as the ivory mare lapped at his shaft freely.

Surely enough, the blonde pegasus used her right hand to knead the yard around playfully like if it were a piston; before long, the brunet correspondent felt it springing on upward to her muzzle. It didn’t take long until the ivory mare’s tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth and slowly slid around the creamy stallion’s prepuce, her warm salivation making the latter smile big at once. Sitting uprightly, all the brunet pegasus could do was rest one of his hands on the blonde counterpart’s tresses, stroking and patting them based on the movements she’d make beforehand. Although the ivory mare was silent, she’d taken great delight in stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from the creamy stallion’s shaft whether in or out of the former’s deep throat. Slowly but surely, the brunet pegasus lent back by a bit further to give the blonde correspondent more room to lick around, content enough to not let gravity send him downward onto the floor. The creamy stallion barely helped himself but coo and moan, feeling the ivory mare’s tongue running across his yard, both hands now holding the base of her head while slurping about–face. Within due time, the blonde pegasus had driveled onto the brunet counterpart’s prepuce for some significant time ‘til her mouth became filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about at once.

Needless to say, a wave of accomplishment was flushed over the ivory mare’s grinning face whom moaned softly, “I still never knew that your balls would hold so much seed for so long…”

“Just do me a solid and keep your mouth ‘round my nuts ‘cause I’m not letting you break yet…” the creamy stallion had huffed as he’d pushed his hand down upon his correspondent’s mane gently, “Zippoorwhore… lick my balls… Lick my balls until your tongue loses feeling. Lick my balls until everything you taste from now reminds you of me. Lick my balls like it’s your first night in Applewood. Lick my balls like you’re trying to win a prize on a Neighponese game show. Lick my balls like my cum reverses aging. Lick my balls until you are less pegasus… and more pet shop mare!”

“Anything for you, master…!” the blonde pegasus mewed.

The brunet pegasus leaned forward and said, “louder, please…”

“I’ll do anything for you, Master Featherweight!” the ivory mare had exclaimed obediently at once to the aforementioned tenant, “as your little fuckpet, I, Zippoorwhill gladly lick your balls!”

“Gyuahh…” the creamy stallion sighed as his submissive counterpart had moved her tongue downwardly.

While the two pegasi were already going at each other, Lily looked on, standing alongside her leaner compeer and asked them, “shouldn’t anypony be concerned about Featherweight demeaning Zippoorwhill…?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re alright: it’s just something they do; everypony has certain fetishes that turn one another on, stuff that other adults engage in…” the orange pegasus prattled on, pulling out a deep purple tubular appendage amongst the other items within the large box, “besides, I happen to wear a Wonderbolts costume at the first party we went to in Rosemound years ago…”

“Yeah, I remember that already; come to think of it, there were more of you coming here since then…” the muscular mare replied at once.

Lemon jumped in, “I know: we’d seen Rumble’s big brother, Thunderlane, having sex with one of the zebras back in Trottingham last year; her name was Zula and she happened to have one of her friends named Trinidad bringing along her coltfriend Corey and they were having a threesome with Samoa…”

“Samoa… I know her; she and her friends also went to that party: aside from Do–Si–Do, Savannah, Tag–A–Long, and Trefoil were there…” Lily said as she’d watched them both lower themselves together, Scootaloo already examining the item in question so to speak, “I know for a fact Rumble, Morty, and Tails were here as well, just like they were at Rosemound at first…”

“Yeah, I also remember Berry Munch and Dulce Deleche were there at Rosemound and New Horseleans only; come to think of it, I think I also recall Berry getting stuffed at Vanhoover…” responded the orange pegasus while she’d slowly taken up the plastic protuberance and placed it nearby her bleached blonde friend’s face as well.

Needless to say, the muscular mare was unfazed when Scootaloo and Lemon decided to insert the appendage within their undercarriages, now quivering about at once afore the bystander. Considering the object in question was completely inside them at this moment, Lily was treated to the sight of them both blushing about as they’d begun to feel it slithering inside and out as is. Every move the two were starting to make, it wasn’t long until the orange pegasus and her bleached blonde friend started to join in the finite sea of concupiscence at once already no less. With their brightly colored coats becoming drenched with such countless baubles of perspiration currently growing on themselves immediately, the milling about betwixt them begun to increase. Soon enough, Lemon gained ground over Scootaloo, pinning the latter to the floor, pausing for a brief torrid kiss with the appendage still inside gathering outflow as the muscular mare leaked.

The bleached blonde broke away from the lip locking to snigger, “citrine rules, blondies’ rules…”

“Lemon, ahhh…” the orange pegasus moaned as her titular friend started latching onto the more petite bosoms, feeling the latter’s tongue swirling on and about, “you must have been thirsty…”

The bleached blonde fondled the other one slowly with her fingertips, drinking in the flavorful liquid from Scootaloo’s nubbins afore licking in between whilst leaving behind ribbons of saliva. The orange pegasus’ moaning started to intensify when she’d felt Lemon’s teeth started chewing over the bust, causing the former’s hands to rest on the latter’s back as milk spurted from them. The otherwise dirty deed continued on for a mere few minutes until the bleached blonde lifted herself up to Scootaloo’s lips and started to kiss once again, tasting her own milk being ingested.

While this was going on and about, only the muscular mare herself was found literally standing around, unlike her peers already in the midst of passions, studying their differences therein. Despite the very fact that Lemon had rivaled her fruity counterpart in the size department, the former was extremely passive to let the latter regain control slowly before Lily’s eyes already. To say that the muscular mare in question was being intrigued by their licentiousness was an overwhelming understatement, blushing about in the same shade as they were amongst others.

Out of many still in attendance, a blonde unicorn was walking up toward Lily, eyes matching the tresses as the former was also in the altogether. In regards to the onlooker’s attire, all that she was wearing right around her neck was a jet–black collar, an anomaly found amongst a select few. Considering the lack of substantial clothing, the blonde unicorn showed off moderate cleavage, miniature umbilicus, and a slender flowerbed. Worn upon the onlooker’s flanks were a fort of pillows etched with every color from the rainbow distributed equally throughout their spacings.

“Lily, are you okay…?” was all that the blonde unicorn could ask the muscular mare immediately at once.

Glancing at the onlooker in question, the eponymous listener had replied, “of course, Dinky: I’m still nervous about the whole thing…”

“So am I; two of my siblings are here: DJ and Chirpy happen to be here too…” the aforementioned mare answered, glancing right at the orange pegasus and Lemon abaft her muscular correspondent, “I’m also surprised that you’d went alone; I was hoping that Shady Daze would be here too: it seems that he’d wanted to patch things up with me…”

“It shouldn’t have happened all the same: Danny lost his father over a decade ago and he’s still reeling from the loss; granted, he’d said he’d rather do this alone since he’s afraid of the past…” Lily cheeped, looking down upon her collar at first before shifting toward the one around the blonde unicorn’s neckline.

Dinky had gently turned her glance to another pair of performers off in the distance and replied, “I wouldn’t blame him anyway: judging from his standoffish sentiments, he doesn’t like talking about what happened to his father anyway; besides, I know for a fact that my mother had kept a secret with her sister decades ago.”

“Yeah, about that: to tell you the truth, I’d always wondered what you and Sparkler were doing at that Sisterhooves Social ago…” the muscular mare said while slowly looking down at her own hooves nervously in deep thought as many of their peers mewed about, “I wish I had siblings like her…”

“Please sit on my face; I want to eat you out now…” Scootaloo nearby themselves had finally exhaled.

Looking deeply into the orange pegasus’ eyes with concern, her bleached blonde friend calmly asked, “are you sure you want that, Scootaloo…?”

“Don’t worry about it: we’re friends; I trust you, Lemon…” the titular mare had moaned, placing two of her very fingertips right upon the grinning lips, “just please be careful now, okay…?”

It didn’t take long for Lemon to used her remaining strength to get the dripping sheath above the orange pegasus after sliding out, standing up to turn around and plant the former’s croup closely. With the same tongue from before, Scootaloo had now jutted into her bleached blonde friend once again, sending tingles through the latter’s body as the former shut both plum eyes tightly. After suppressing quiet moans responsively, Lemon reopened them to look onward in contentment at the rest of the orange pegasus’ body, flanks held up firmly in a tightened grasp. With a muzzle buried inside at once running around, Scootaloo found the time to stopped and lap at the adjacent undercarriage, bringing out more pleasure each time her tongue switched around. Soon, the bleached blonde felt salivation curling down from the corner of both lips with the orange pegasus’ exploration giving way to hunger and thirst as the former was being stretched. Lemon gave out a loud moan, gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste Scootaloo soon enough as the dribble escape, surpassing the point of wishing more support had been provided. The bleached blonde attempted to reach down towards her wet flowerbed and started furbishing rhythmically as the orange pegasus permeated all throughout the croup in an illustrious manner.

“Ah, I can’t wait to taste you any longer…!” Lemon mewled yet again after feeling yet another stroke of the same tongue from Scootaloo, finding the small portion of time to quickly remove the protuberant unit from the latter’s sheath immediately before the former heard a subdued moan.

It didn’t take long until both of their bodies were now mutually inverted towards one another: while the orange pegasus’ hands made contact with her bleached blonde friend’s kneecaps, both of their owners’ mouths now aligned with the adjacent waistlines. Contentedly, Lemon had started slurping around Scootaloo’s already moistened undercarriage before going further inside, fully aware of the saturated state the region was currently in thanks to both their cooperative efforts from not too long ago so to speak. The bleached blonde had now rested at the side, bringing her fruity friend alongside for the brief ride as they’d proceeded to forward their hot and heavy lips within a roundabout, slurping and licking whatever else would be picked up by their own tongues. Each time the two felt each other stimulating, thrumming, and licking their dirtied flowerbeds, they felt as if the air around themselves gaining heat quickly; because of it and their intertwining states, it was only but a matter of time until they’d burst again. Soon, their tongues and mouths had started transferring so much stimulating pleasure between themselves quickly, it would seem that they would have been able to get their wishes; after all, even the blonde unicorn could feel it in her own loins just as well.

As such, Lily was also running her hand in between her gaskins at long last, still standing away from the other reposed mares whom were no longer drinking from each other’s sheaths anyway. Of course, Scootaloo was still buried within Lemon’s haunches, this time lapping deeply at the latter’s flanks with the former’s right hand nestled comfortably numb betwixt the very gaskins. Intense moaning was already escaping from the bleached blonde’s still hot lips, already too exhausted to look back at her friend’s progress yet still satisfied by their teamwork nevertheless.

“Ahh… Scooty…!” Lemon cried out.

Dinky ignored what Scootaloo was already doing and guided the muscular mare away from them while talking tersely, “just follow my lead; I bet that by the time this is over, you can be able to find your confidence with me soon enough…”

“Well, I don’t see any reason why we’d keep staring at them for too long; besides, I’m feeling a little peckish anyway here…” Lily explained softly, already getting out of the rhythm already as the blonde unicorn took her aside in a matter of seconds, “if anything, I’m still a little nervous about what had happened about an hour ago…”

“Don’t worry about it; it happens to all of us: after all, I did happen to date Shady when we were in our teens back then…” Dinky chirped, already sweating about as the muscular mare was being presented with the sight of foodstuffs and beverages.

Even though there were signs of decreased heat for most of them, the aroma was nothing short of pleasant as far as their nostrils were concerned. This was enough for Lily to take her focus off of what everyone else was doing so far, despite the sights and sounds being assembled already. Considering the abundance of substances sitting on the tabletop, one would think a light snack would be simple enough to obtain all the same. Here, the muscular mare was starting to hear a few more voice starting to enter her ears almost immediately, this time more faint and upfront. In spite of the lacking faces within the foods in question, Lily had become intimidated by their presence alone thanks to the options presented. Nevertheless, the muscular mare needed to be brave and bold, not only for her sake but for the others even though no one at all was in danger. Gathering up some resolve, it was after when the blonde unicorn grabbed a slice of pizza did Lily decide to grab a nearby salad instantaneously. Still, the muscular mare felt her free hand trembling about as she’d struggled to maintain control over herself all the while up in front of Dinky.

It didn’t take much for Lily to drop it even as the contents remained unscathed by the flooring while she’d peeped, “shit…!”

“Lily, what’s wrong: you’d just dropped your salad a few seconds ago; is everything okay…?” the blonde unicorn inquired, focusing in onto the redder shade upon the muscular mare’s visage, “I didn’t know about one of your hands acting up lately…”

“Sorry, I had to take a month of from work earlier: my latest job was doing a number on my fingers lately; the diazepam was supposed to help me gain back control…” answered theeponymous listener whom was already crouching downward to retrieve the container in an instant so to speak of.

Dinky helped the muscular mare back up and said, “come to think of it, I’m betting that you’d taken your last pill a week ago; they said it’d cause your own muscles to act up sometimes, Lily…”

“That’s nice and all but I think we’re done here; come on, Scootaloo…!” the bleached blonde laughed, taking the orange pegasus off the floor by the hand with a naughty smirk shared upon the visages between themselves, “let’s try and see if the amethyst room has changed for us; I’m still in mood to try some anal…”

“I don’t mind, of course; I just need to clean myself up and get into costume this time around…” the aforementioned mare had chimed back.

With the two mares looking onward and rolling their eyes, the blonde unicorn asked Lily quickly, “do you want to go to sleep instead…?”

“I guess there’s no shame in that; just let me have my salad first though: I need to keep up my feminine figure somehow…” the muscular mare answered before opening the transparent plastics gently, the leafy greens now fresh into her sights at hand, “besides, I don’t think I can handle more calories after what had happened an hour ago…”

It didn’t take long for both Dinky and Lily to departed from not only Scootaloo and Lemon, but also the rest of the amorous crowd surrounding the lot of them all the same. While the energy was being expended, the storms continued to rage onward; that being said, they alone still had plenty of time and effort to themselves to use as they see fit. Only differences therein were still directly upon the proboscis for many of its very observers altogether, passive and otherwise; of course, nothing else had mattered at all.