Author's Note

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

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

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

Precious Topaz

In the perceptions of many, moisture is usually formed with water, one out of many elements that provide subsistence: one of them was in the form and function of perspiration, seeping out from the skin of many as it usually had a similarity to saltwater itself; however, it was already accompanied by fear and fury conjoined together in a rather slow yet steady boil in the mix. Of course, such was the prevailing truth in a lone sterile environment so clean and pristine to a fault that even the most stubborn of stains can be washed away with the utmost effort alongside the rightly portioned compounds and solutions when exposed to the right temperature: the active nozzles themselves were irrefutable proof of this very matter thanks to their precipitations. That being said, the mists and hazes conceived from the continuous downpour contributed to the already hot and heavy atmosphere, even going so far as to affect the visibilities of any lifeform whatsoever trapped deeply within them; however, the only consolation which it had offered was a rather neutral scent that masked the area away from all of the others nearby so to speak of. After all, considering their very purpose overall, it was also certain that these showers weren’t the sole utility in this part of the already clouded room, let alone the only section of the area in and of themselves; as a matter of fact, it was nevertheless most likely that at least one individual in question was in there using one of them as of this particularly passing moment in time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caressing the bronze redhead’s cheekbone, it didn’t take long for her to steal a kiss from the cobalt unicorn almost immediately, leaving them lost in the moment as they’d faced each other already; while such an action is nothing unique whatsoever for any and all potential eyewitnesses thereof, they were nonetheless beneath notice, wrapping their hands around themselves gently at once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so…?” Coconut Cream inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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