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.