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.