Author's Note

This is my fifty–seventh clopfic out of the many that were made: aside from using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms, I'm also using fan characters to partake in it as well as ponifying characters based on those from other media too; of course, this is also a Mature–rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, besides My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belonging to Lauren Faust and Hasbro, here are the following fan characters appearing in this chapter: Smudge Proof and Silver Wing both belong to Smudge Proof whilst Gallant and Meadowlark are based on Alice and Nunnally from Code Geass.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends 'cause this is only the first chapter: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it'd took about over a few months 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 once again soon enough, just like before.

Professor Fluorite Chang[e(s)]

If there was one thing which had proved to be noticeable, then it’d be the sheer cold already beginning to envelope anything and anyone around itself; however, there were many things still attempting to keep things warm and toasty. For starters, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel with its white noise hissing amongst a never stagnant but grayscale background; additionally, the clashes of silver chariot and star platinum gleamed. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most being ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs, all of which were accented with thin layers of ice and snow growing in color and quantity. The calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knoll, the white coverings surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence with a dirt road guided its way from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it’s crossing. In the background, there had rested a blue ridged valley of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the snow pounded onto and even off of the variant earth very rapidly without so much a care. The fair town was scarce with its own denizens of various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life at large; in spite of everything so far, there were exceptions.

In spite of the overwhelming precipitation, there were perhaps faint signs of life bustling about inside a spacious place such as this; as a matter of fact, there was but one building in particular proving to be the case in question. This particular abode was covered up in a colorful coating, its lightly colored shades created a cool, calm, and calculative centerpiece to be seen and heard without concern, even with the ice and snow freezing it all into place. The hip roof sloped down slightly in a roundabout, topped alongside with shingles made heavily reminiscent of a checkerboard compared to other houses, every fiber of its being being composed of pink and purple all throughout. All the wholesome bay windows were completely closed, many of which were obscured by blinds while sunshades hovered over them without even obscuring the view of the rampaging blizzard from the inside viewpoint. The presence of such equine figures trailing each other were mounted upon by thin solid plum poles solitary underneath the pink hearts; despite being out in the cold as they were, all of them were without life and personality. Only the wine door added the finishing touches to this picturesque residence, adorned with a small wreath of emerald splash hanging against the shine in the storm beating it and the ligneous surface abaft down but to no avail.

Within the very same structure was a lone bedchamber far more elaborate than its entrance, much less the rest of the exterior therein. The background, serving as the foundation to the vastly yet contained space, was sharing the same theme as the outside of the house. The flooring had consisted of luscious sky blue carpeting, easily vacuumed and steam cleaned on a regular basis, not that anyone noticed. The elongated drapery was all red–hot as a flowerbed of roses freed from its thorny yet fragile groundwork, giving them subsistence. A lamp with a conical goldenrod shade over the light bulb rested onto the dresser, currently in use since skies were filled snowflakes. A four–poster bed was against the wall, fluffy, large, and donned in a harmless comforter adorned with many hearts flowing about.

Resting onto the hot pink sheets, a white unicorn mare lain prostrate, facing the bedpost with starry sapphires beneath eyelids: her matted yet refined tresses were a radiant dark shade resemblance of mulberries found in fields to ward off electricity; not only that, she was in the altogether, sweat clothing her coat everywhere up to and including her diamond studded flanks. Abaft her, a purple dragon with green scales matching both eyes took aim at her fundament, down to earth with some wings; unlike herself, his body was already riddled with muscles and depth by sheer inches yet the grip maintained had been gentle as is: this is especially evident with the fact his prepuce was glistening about from the abundance of achromatic substance.

He’d already taken aim at the white unicorn’s croup, having spread themselves apart with both hands before jutting right inside her at once, his tongue sending tingles throughout her body. Shutting both eyelids tightly, she’d suppressed quiet moans before reopening them immediately, too contented to look directly right at the purple dragon still latched onto her flanks all the same. With his muzzle buried inside at once running around and in so thoroughly, he briefly stopped to lap at the adjacent sheath underneath the white unicorn’s fundament, yielding out more pleasure. Each time that the purple dragon’s tongue had switched back to the croup and vice versa repetitively, she’d found herself drooling with hunger and thirst from his exploration therein. Needless to say, he’d stretched the white unicorn’s flanks a bit wider before forwarding his own tongue back inside, causing her to close her true blue eyes again and give out a louder moan. She’d started gurgling about as the dribble from the purple dragon’s tongue had now surpassed the point of wishing for a more interactive way of observation and support regarding his actions.

“Hng… please go on, Spike: eat me out; I’m so hot, I’m about to burst soon…” the white unicorn had mewed sensuously as the titular tenant still tapped into her tight croup with his very tongue before it was time to take it all out; of course, this had left her so bewildered from the otherwise sudden timing yet she was still ready for him to make his next move all the same.

At this point in time, the purple dragon was currently kneeling upwardly with his shaft pointing merely inches away from her soiled ingresses in the loose grip of his own left hand, calm on the outside but thinking all throughout the time while staring at them in a slight trance, “okay, this is just like our honeymoon several years ago…”

It wasn’t even long until his freshly exposed yard had soon went inside of the white unicorn’s croup, causing herself to let out a big sigh as she’d still planted her hands onto the soft bedding. At first, the movement had begun tardily before gaining some momentum steadily as Spike clung onto her body firmly, his fingernails soon gently digging deep into her thick coat so to speak of. Under no tiny amount of time whatsoever did the white unicorn started feeling her flowerbed getting heated up all of the sudden with its pith and substance slick like water that remained near. Firmly aware of how they were both already burning about with such hot moisture accumulating about with less viscosity, the purple dragon had pumped himself further in and out without care. So much of the momentum had now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced against her with mutually growing satisfaction cleanly, in spite of their own differences. It was only in a matter of moments Spike had gotten close enough to unleash a discharge into the white unicorn, her flanks now reacting to the repetitive incursions as their frictions grew as is. Sure enough, time was of the essence for the likes of them: she’d already lost control of her own body whilst the purple dragon clenched his eyelids, both individuals perspiring profusely no less. In spite of the conflicting body temperatures overall, the white unicorn was beyond pleasured with his choice in the matter, having come to terms with the near future awaiting themselves. With that said, although she’d yearned for the lengthwise to be sparsed along, both she and Spike were already on the verge of bursting about eventually, something the latter knew all too well.

“Don’t give up… I’m almost there…!” the white unicorn pleaded as her callipygian muscles contracted whereas the purple dragon’s prepuce swelled up before the most latest reentry caused him to burst; before long, he was squirting his extract into her fundament with its excesses covering the edges and around him still buried deep inside, “OOOOOOOOOOOH, SPIKE…!”

“AHN…!” was all that he could say, panting and huffing about as a wet squelch was felt between him and her, much of the solution still remaining in their respective placements as his kneecaps gave way; afterwards, he’d rested facedown onto her back, red with concupiscence and filled with the delight shared in their wet and messy reality they were still inside of nonetheless.

The white unicorn had felt the lungs deeply inside of her body and the air within themselves currently becoming stabilized after what Spike had done to her, too overwhelmed with licentiousness to feel the weight and pressure onto her own back increase thanks to his recent actions.

After several minutes of respite from their collective performance, she’d purred with tranquility in the process, “Spike, can I ask you a question…?”

“Sure, why not; you’re more than welcome to ask me anything: what’s on your mind right now?” the purple dragon cooed as he’d snuggled further upward over the white unicorn’s body gently, taken in by her thick layers of integuments alone, “is this about the party going on now that your sister has been attending…?”

“Not at all, Spike; it’s about our lives: do you think marrying me was a mistake…?” she’d inquired him almost instantaneously.

The eponymous individual climbed right nearby the white unicorn’s side and had given out an answer, “of course not, Rarity: I’d fallen for you ever since Twilight and I had been sent from Canterlot over a decade ago; I still remember all of the good times we had together in particular…”

“So do I: where would we all be if not for the Elements of Harmony being granted to us in a battle against Nightmare Moon?” she’d sighed with relief while facing the purple dragon with a slight smirk upon the kind visage for him to be repaid nonetheless, “failing that, what would become all of us had we fallen to the likes of her: perishing in the dark or becoming one with it?”

“Same here, Rarity… same here…” he’d said to the aforementioned tenant tenderly, using what little strength they both have together to share a kiss between themselves as their cold eyes became accented with blushing considerably; as a result, even the light and thin air turned heavy and dense with every breath they took in such a short time, thanks to their mismatched muzzles.

Soon enough, the pair finally grew more eager, finally opening up to one another as their tongues were slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. In little time whatsoever, they’d surrendered themselves upon the comforter underneath them unrelentingly, continuing for at least over a minute. Tongue–tied during the embrace, their conjoined passions started growing as Spike transferred his lips downward to the white unicorn’s neckline. After exhaling dioxide from both nostrils, the purple dragon’s tongue had started licking her shoulder, its ending crawling around the surface area. Recently, Rarity’s smile grew as he’d quickly slid his tongue down to her bosoms in between delivering pleasure hoped for, silently whining about. Soon delighted by the sheer fact that Spike had started tugging on them with his teeth, the white unicorn had begun letting out some loud soft moans.

Aroused by the sight of her unbound form, the purple dragon felt himself become coagulated again yet remained on standby, already face first into her bust as he’d started to fondle them slowly with the tips of his claws. In preparation of what was to come, Rarity had only hardened a bit as he’d started suckling onto them instantaneously, even going so far as to lick in between while leaving behind ribbons of saliva around without but a care. The white unicorn’s moaning had started to intensify when she felt Spike’s teeth now chewing over her cleavage and its liquid began spurting about, continuing on for a mere few minutes until he’d lifted himself up to her lips.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed a few no less.

For what it was worth, things were already cold and light: the countless winds and moisture were overwhelming, already bound to a wide range where escape was nonetheless certain to a fault. The abundant stormclouds found clogging up the firmament were also dumping its surplus of precipitation all upon its target in question: a large conurbation consisting of gangling buildings. Lights and sounds were out and about as they were guiding the way for all its denizens through the chilled atmosphere, retaining their forms and colors despite the whitewashing and whatnot. There were soft layers of whiteness all piling up onto the earth and the vegetation egregiously standing in the downward path off from its dream drop distance, despite their lacking in density. The only signs of life still brewing throughout the shine in the storm were various vehicles traversing about and the pedestrians that had dared to set foot right upon the wintry mixture. Other than that, such vast and magnificent waters were but a dyed deep blue with its small collection of vessels in many shapes and sizes all firmly attached to the nearby earth so to speak.

Beyond the event horizon were a series of buildings surrounded by a vast wilderness composed of ice and snow with an abundance of trees scattered about within the cold distance no less. From the looks of it all, the area seemed no better than a small farm but light on both residency and agriculture even to be focused on a stable industry, compared to the rest of city at large. The various roofs upon the buildings within the area had maintained a variety of colorful clashed shades and hues crying out for warmth through its elaborate exteriors because of the snow. Many of the wholesome windows were either closed off or obscured by its blinds, each of them having already been tinted with deep shades of midnight blue as each flake clung to glass. It even had a series of open pathways amalgamated together to make a spectral tree; however, the weather conditions had limited such visibility, hence the need for some illumination. One thing that stood out and about were but a series of lifts carried about by thick wires large enough to transport themselves up and down the slopes of anyone’s choice so to speak of.

Standing outside beyond it were a few ponies already facing the gates upfront in full view; in addition, there was a griffin and deer as well, neither of who were alike for they’re both different. One had feathers colored predominately in cyan, a fraction of which tied back by a rubberband; the other was copper, thinner than the rather general equine integumentary system so to speak of. While the cyan griffin’s beak and talons were colored in the brilliant gold, they were all gentle; as for the brown deer, her nose was small and black like a pearl, albeit free of curses altogether. Regarding their outward attire, the former was adorned with a thin silver sweater and pants combo while a hot pink overcoat was worn upon much the latter’s entire body with a red scarf. Out of the twosome in particular, only the brown deer was in a wheelchair, leaving behind a trail of thin lines as they were being covering up by the ice and snow all throughout the way no less.

The infirm traveler had wasted no time commenting on it all, “so this must be place they’ve been talking about a month ago: to think it’d be where Whinnyapolis’ resort would be their focal point and Smudge Proof is just renting it out for the whole entire weekend.”

“I know, right Meadowlark…?” the aforementioned bystander’s correspondent spoke nearby her almost instantaneously all the while, “this looks like he’d spent quite an enormous amount of bits just for this party alone; he’d probably started up his own business in Equestria with them instead…”

“At least I won’t be alone in getting an opportunity to see what goes on in the ski resort, let alone spend the night there, Gabby…?” the brown deer had sighed as she was being gently pushed to the gateway as far as they were all concerned.

Abaft of Meadowlark was a ginger unicorn with red eyes focusing in on her with thick silvery gloves matching the coat as is; in addition, the latter was wearing a darkly midnight ensemble of a cap, jacket, and pants against the whiteout they were all in: needless to say, the former was unable to see the identity but was otherwise at ease, despite the precipitation all the same no less.

The equine escort entered into the conversation eventually as she were, “I hope we can get back here in time for Hearthswarming though, like before; I don’t think I can stand the cold for much longer with you…”

“Yeah, I understand, Gallant; after all, this isn’t even like my brother’s outing at New Horseleans: I wasn’t even here…” the brown deer had said to the silvery pegasus instantaneously, the latter holding on by the former’s handles tightly in turn, “it’s just that we’ve never dreamt of something like this, let alone be here; it has been a long time since we’d left…”

“Don’t worry about it; just be glad we’ve arrived…” the titular traveler had said while searching the entrance straightaway.

It wasn’t long until Gabby found a white button and pressed it at once, hearing a sound before a voice made its way thru: unlike the females, the speaker was masculine, albeit aged by at least a decade ahead of them so to speak; it wasn’t long until the latter spoke, “what’s the password…?”

“Password…?” the cyan griffin stuttered as she’d reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a fruity envelope instantaneously: it was colored with a small series of stripes such as purple, gold, and copper alongside some metallic accentuations sprinkled in; opening the flap, a paper with some words were found within only seconds no less to be read loud, “Rebornica Bones…!”

“Access granted – head on down to the Shoichet annex where the visitors are being processed; follow the matching lights and you’ll be there soon enough…” the intercom buzzed as the steely gates soon opened up afore the quartet slowly as it could be done so to speak of; it was at this point that they were now free to venture inwardly at once, no longer bound to the cold equations.

Of the many in attendance, Gabby was the first to explore the confines of the very factory, her paws and the fabric over them now tinted with the aforesaid colors nearby as they’d went in; where their eyes had failed, it was up to the rest of their senses to pick up the pieces and pace therein to take in the details provided by this verbal clearance almost immediately all the while. Needless to say, the trio in particular had nothing else besides each others’ company and lights guiding their way throughout the premises, currently gasping in awe at the sights and structures already provided as they’d followed the very pathway underneath the ice and snow accumulating about due the gathering storm still in effect, mindful of its rather untapped potential nevertheless. Even so, they were relieved to be given the time and place thereof, happy to find others like and, perhaps, unlike them out of the cold and into warm interiors which were making up the bulk of the entire environment; as far as they could even see it, the beginning was on the horizon for the night was young, just like them, despite the shine in the storm already within clear view no less.

At long last, the threesome have finally discovered the very edifice in question without complaints: true to the information provided, the thick dimensions have been painted in a fulsome texture; seeing a lonely spectral door almost instantly, Gallant had knocked on it and asked, “hello… sir, are you there…? It’s just us; we’ve all gotten the invitations for the party here tonight… I hope that’s okay with you, since this is our first time being there together…”

“Of course, you can come in now; it’s safe here…” a dry voice had made it throughout to the visiting trio in particular as a small crack was formed before their very eyes, giving off a faint light as it’d originated from a closed crystalline candelabrum, “after all, we’ve been waiting for you all the same, much like the returnees before, are we right…?”

“Yeah… we still have the invites sent to us a month ago…” the cyan griffin had replied bravely as she and her colleagues pulled out the very same envelopes from before in an instant, even Meadowlark whom was seeing darkness all the while.

Sure enough, the crack in the door had grown wider as the shivering quintet were finally granted safe passage in the building almost immediately. Now that they’d came out from the cold, the invited guests were greeted with multiple aromas of strong concentration entering their very nostrils. Almost instantaneously, the travelers in question felt the snowflakes upon their fabrics starting to melt from the combined heat and light altogether. In their collective viewpoints, the background was adorned with décor constructed in the textures of many tranquil strokes made by paintbrushes. Lurking about from beyond the well–lit walls of the hallway were sounds of conversations and melodies faintly emanating in many of their ears. Small quantities of furniture were found within the very visitors’ eyes: a table here and a drawer there with few couches to and fro aligned neatly.

Of course, one individual stood out and about in their collective way: a lone tall white unicorn leaning against the wall carelessly. The mane and tail were of a darker shade than the stormy night sky above them, donning sleekly jet–black strands without contrast. The presenter’s irises were of a balanced earthly tones of brown, accented by a singular nevus residing right beneath the left eye. The white unicorn’s attire was simplistic: dark orange hat, magenta longcoat, gold bowtie, gray undershirt, and dark pants thereof.

At the very least, the host in question wasted no time whatsoever in giving off a wry smile as he’d spoken to the party of five immediately, “well, then, let’s get started already: there’s a dressing room inside where you can all change into something more comfortable for the occasion here…”

“Thanks for letting us in by the way; it’s also a pleasure to see you again face–to–face: it’s been over a year since we’d went…” Gabby said as she’d watched the silver unicorn holding the brown deer gently, still aware of what the white unicorn had told, “Cucumber Seed and I hadn’t had such an adventure since Vanhoover, especially considering what happened next no less…”

“I agree, Gabriella: it’s been a year since I’d seen some griffins, let alone several months earlier since I’d seen you for the first time no less; come to think of it, whatever happened to that other one from the Princess’ school…” the lone host chuckled as they’d still awaited with anticipatory bated breath for the entire night.

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 couple ponies that were found in attendance, there were at least three redheads present and accounted for: they were all sweating about from their brows and with collars tightly worn around their necks as their only form of clothing; although they were alike in fair dignity due to them being clad in air and water, even they were easy to differentiate from one another. Of them, one was a tall sundance unicorn with her face matching the darker parts of the amaranth tresses with lidded eyes of chocolate as she was already showering about, the suds and water clinging to her curvaceous form since all that she wore was a black collar before being pulled down by gravity, some of which passed over ample apple in a shape of a bell onto her flanks.

The other two whom were accompanying the lonely tall mare were of the same height yet still shorter than her anyway already: one was a yellow mare with orange eyes wearing a matching collar and a tricolor shield alongside a moistened pink bow; the other was coated in bronze with an emerald splash also donning the same and apple scissors, albeit with shorter tresses anyways.

“Mmm… feels so good t’ b’ out of the ice an’ snow; nothing like a long hot shower t’ starve off some hypothermia…” the sundance unicorn sighed.

The bronze colleague on the left of her peers had replied with relief, “for damn sure: de cold was making my body too frigid; I’d dought I was gonna freeze to death out dere, even dough it’s noding like my hometown Manehattan…!”

“At least the storm will pass on by tomorrow morning, Babs; that should be plenty enough time t’ eat, sleep, work, and play, if ya know what Ah mean…” the mare with the pink bow chirped, “of course, we have t’ comeback t’ Ponyville afterwards anyway; Hearth’s Warming is only days away and Ah don’t wanna it t’ be the last one with Granny…”

“Relax, cuz: Granny ain’t goin’ nowhere yet; ‘sides, she’s a strong pony, stronger dan I can ever be…!” the eponymous redhead declared exuberantly.

The yellow counterpart had turned to face her cousin on the opposite side of the sundance unicorn and replied, “don’t be sellin’ yerself short, Babs: even with ya clothes on, everypony can tell how strong yer becomin’ recently; of course, Ah happened t’ be worried about what Snips is gonna go through again…”

“Humph, always de fat one you’re worried about, aren’t ya?!” the aforementioned mare huffed capriciously, padding her watered primrose with tender libidinous caressing, “you know, Twist was right about you years ago, Apple Bloom: even she’d gotten around to letting him into her backdoor like a good anal slut, considering dat his cum was more plentiful. Of course, she’d still bore his reedy ridgeling of my friend’s foal like I’d done too: Itsy Bitsy happened to be full of life and energy despite the hospital bills but so is she, at least as far as I can remember; Apple Slice would make a good playmate for her now dat she’s also growing up so fast so to speak of…”

“That’s good and all… I just hope she gets the foalhood she needs like everypony else…” the tall mare had sighed sadly as the bronze redhead stifled a moan.

Babs chuckled a bit and spat out, “if anyding, den it makes Twist de luckiest mare in all of Equestria; at least she’s still surrounded by oder ponies dat love her and shit, like us Apples: you and Apple Bloom as well as myself alongside Snips especially.”

Almost immediately, the redheaded mares were greeted by another one, a white pony appearing; unlike them whom were already in the midst of cleansing, she’d possessed so many differences. For starters, despite the new visitor’s status, not only were the mane and tail of the coldest shade with its own kinks here and there, there were some patches of uniformity residing about as well. Next, the white pony’s general dishabille was accented by a literal blue collar, much colder than the red the threesome wore as well as their eyes, by and large, something they can see clearly. Lastly but not least, the new visitor had donned a cerise abacus cinched right upon her petite flanks, something in which the middlemost redhead had taken note of within an instant already.

“Hi, gals, I’m sorry if I’d took too long…” the white pony squeaked out, waving slightly at the threesome afore the cerise eyes within the former, “are you ready, Libby…?”

“Of course, Little Red: Ah was just about finishing up for the outing tonight…” the sundance unicorn had answered the aforementioned visitor cordially without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak of.

The white pony was blushing about, even more than the moistened coat and tresses in possession, and had said, “so am I: I’m honestly surprised to see that your folks were willing to accept me all the same recently; are you three the only ones who came to the party…?”

“Not quite, we have two more gals who went and got invited as well: Apple Mint and Cinnamon Sugar, just like the last party…” the tall mare had answered Little Red immediately, the former now cleansed of the froth from not too long ago, “of course, Whinnyapolis is nothing like New Horseleans, Vanhoover, or even Rosemound for that matter if Ah do say so mahself…”

“I know that; wish I’d known more about myself…” the white pony spoken up calmly.

Libby had replied freely no less, “Ah wouldn’t beat mahself up about it too much, if at all: it’s rare that we have ponies born and raised in and out of Equestria t’ this day without a twenty–third chromosome, if at all; as a matter of fact, there are other beings like us who have similar anatomies so to speak of…”

“I know… a few decades passes and this happens: even I’m still nervous about how I’d introduced myself; then again, I’d once seen Luna in my dreams assuring me it’ll all be okay…” Little Red sighed, looking away from her own peers to mask the tears, “of course, I wish I could say the same thing for Bindle Stick; no one ever told me her kind also exists…”

“None of us did: it seems that before we grow up, we’d been steered clear of such topics outright; after all, foals need t’ be foals awhile…” Apple Bloom had soon interjected almost instantaneously.

The white pony breathed a hot one and spoke up, “I agree for the most part: to tell you the truth, I was led to believe I was a colt the whole time; yet, it seems that I was just a late bloomer the whole entire time instead…”

“Mah friend Scootaloo was a late bloomer herself recently…” the yellow mare replied, earning a shake from Little Red, “she prefers not t’ talk about it too much amongst other things…”

“I wonder why is that…” the white pony wheezed about no less.

Apple Bloom walked up to Little Red and replied, “not everything can be discussed so freely between friends and/or family; we just have t’ accept that there are things that must run its course and make the best of it anyways here…”

“It’s just been so hard thinking what had happened that day; after all, I’d remembered what it was like the first time I’ve looked: a small set therein…” the white pony sniffled a bit, looking at her own body at once, “I was afraid that she wasn’t going to be able to accept me ever again if it weren’t for her family; after all, I’d been led to live a lie the whole time since foalhood…”

“Ya know, Ah didn’t start out as honest as mah sister Applejack and neither did she so t’ speak of: about a decade ago, she’d once told me about how she, our brother, and our Granny Smith had all ended up in the hospital because of a little white lie she’d told about the cider no less…” the yellow mare had spoke to Little Red calmly with compassion in the former.

The white pony had chuckled a bit mirthlessly before looking away from them all, “but I’m hardly little, nor that I’m red so to speak, at least not anymore: puberty has managed to prevail so to speak of and there was nothing that can be done to erase or reverse it; not only that, I’d been lying to myself because of the mixed signals as it all were…”

“Don’t beat yerself up, sugarcube; Ah am sure that there’s plenty of ponies in the world whom would love t’ choose sticking besides ya…” the sundance unicorn also comforted Little Red, “anyways, Ah just got around t’ meet a nice little pony like you prior t’ the invitation and the like; besides, you’re like family to me as it is…”

“You mean dat tranny Little Red, right Libby…?” the bronze redhead guffawed, catching the others, including the white pony off–guard.

This made Little Red cross as the tall mare spat back immediately, “so what; ya still had no problem sharing a kiss with mah cousin’s friend but Little Red’s still a problem to ya all the same…?”

“At least I’m honest about myself: Snips may be my lover but I don’t mind pitching and catching wid all de other fillies in Equestria; she’s still just some fat pussy playing pretend wid dat plastic penis…” Babs replied without a care in the world, “if she’d spent more time working out and less time getting sick on junk food, den she’d turned out alright, like me…”

“It would’ve been even nicer if ya had grown up more often than ya have; don’t forget, ya had problems with bullies treating ya awfully enough to leave Manehattan for the weekend then…” Libby huffed, comfortably numbed to the mist and water around herself alongside with compeers due to their near lack of textiles covering themselves.

The bronze redhead turned away already and sniggered, “at least we’re all far away from here as is…”

It didn’t take for Babs to leave the three mares to their own devices as they were, unperturbed by the situation at hand altogether: as far as she was concerned, this conversation was over and her nonchalant gaze was serving as proof of the whole ordeal as is; additionally, the green eyes made no contact with the likes of the white pony whom had came into to the heat and moisture already. Adding to this, Apple Bloom stood firm between Little Red and the tall mare herein, calm on the outside but thinking all the time: for what it was worth, there was nothing else to be said or done about it for that matter, even though the other two were kin; with that said, even she was starting to wish of something to say in kind without stooping to the bronze redhead’s level all the same. Nevertheless, the yellow mare was already by her lonesome, despite being in the presence of two equines like, and unlike, herself; considering the recent stardust memory of Babs leaving themselves behind, it was nothing to the former but a burning fragment: no amount of running water here could ever wash it all down since it was interior and immaterial, nothing more or less