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…”