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 Samoa belonging Art–Anon, Smudge Proof and Silver Wing still belong to Smudge Proof.

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

Underground Umber Utilities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For what it was worth, the yarns that had been spun would have ended there, already expended for the sake of weaving a story in the altogether. Of course, with the night still young, it was only a few miniscule hours until it could end; granted, so many would’ve been asleep by then. Relatively speaking, there were still a noticeable few having yet to fall prey to the mundane functions like slumber for one reason or another.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That being said, for every story at its end, another would’ve also began in its place like a revolution: with and without violence in typical coexistence. As such, the silvery moon and the platinum stars dwelling above currently traded spaces, no doubt the progress of the golden sun already rising upward. Under no small magnitude of time whatsoever, life began anew, or for the numerous up and running, continued advancing to their ticking of timepieces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Same here…” Toola–Roola had said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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